Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Love and Loss

Dear Stranger,
whats your story. 
You've been on the phone,
with your face reading fury. 

Did you have a bad day,
or perhaps she called it off?
Did you lie or cheat,
or you found out that it was more than a cough?

Sorry, is all I can say,
though you're so far.
I hardly know you,
but I've probably been where you are. 

Agitated arms.
Frail body.
So much pale.
"fuck" you say, and stomped off in an outrage.

There there, I say.
From 20 metres away.
Dear Stranger, 
My thoughts are with you Tonight.
But remember in all things,
never give up without a fight. 


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