It's the same place, but not; | 1 |
some one else's face | 2 |
is traced in the mirror you nailed | 3 |
to the laburnum tree | 4 |
so you could see yourself coming, | 5 |
while sensation burned through | 6 |
to the back of your eyes. | 7 |
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Break into a run, while shouting "I'm here." | 8 |
Hear your own lies while stumbling on. | 9 |
Spot the broken twig, flattened grass, | 10 |
faint smell of the wind he passed. | 11 |
"a curry man?" "No! Too fruity." | 12 |
"Maybe figs or dates." | 13 |
He was hurrying towards his fate | 14 |
just as you were but unlike you | 15 |
he won't stay. | 16 |
You found your place, your face fits | 17 |
while he still sways along a dusty road, | 18 |
littered with hope and expectation. | 19 |
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Indian take away, exotic fruit, | 20 |
are fuel to his restless soul, | 21 |
till he finds what suits. | 22 |