Obsession Part 5
Others swore we would be close,
peas in a pod, familiar.
Instead there is no warmth, not yet.
Were you to try we might combine
and nibble toast together, and take
a walk, your hand in mine, and
stammer conversation 'til we knew
there was no reason to be blue.
I shall sit with pleasant thoughts of you.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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