Always in the corner,
little eye contact when entering,
until later,
there’s always that single moment.
A look, glance, gesture brings them close to God.
At least they would suggest
their motive is always
singular.
~
I wonder what it is drives their soul,
safely tucked away,
in the corner,
where notions bounce nearby,
without ever leaving their side,
a supportive melancholy.
~
At least that is familiar,
always the same two
head cases.
If we silently stroll past,
perhaps they’ll go away,
or instead we figure out a way,
to just get by,
another day.
~
Tomorrow, try not to think about them,
until we actually see them,
in … sight – mind.
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lovely poem
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thank you kindly 🙂
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welcome, kindly.
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