Friday, 15 November 2013

The Flotsam and Jetsam - In The lake.



I looked through your window tonight; the curtains were not closed.

I know I shouldn’t, you did not say I could.

I did.

Someone showed me the way through the forest.

Over the hills.

Past the lake.

I saw you.

I saw you sitting by the fire, on the beach, in your blue dress, smiling.

Looking fine.

Looking good.

Looking well.

I tried to speak.

I couldn’t.

I felt sad.

I felt lost.

I waved.

You didn’t see me.

I knocked softly on your door.

You didn’t hear.

You stopped listening a long time ago.

I walked away.

I stopped by the lake.

I looked at my reflection.


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