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Unrequited Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It wasn’t her
of course not. But

that didn’t stop
the pulse racing
the intake of breath
the dryness

in the mouth.
The reflection on

what might have been
so long ago.
 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

Rejigged to use the suggestions from cvillelisa on line breaks and punctuation, making a great improvement to the orignal. Thanks Lisa!!

A glimpse on a train

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  • johnny nobody
    May 16, 2007

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    This is very good indeed. I like it. I often see people on trains and think, "Bugger me, I know you," but I don't. It's often the mirror, which is a bit sick I suppose.


  • chills gold member
    January 28, 2007

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    I suppose we all have this once in a while. It's a sore trial, especially when it's not what one intended to happen in the first place. I'm tired of it now and think that if I saw him on a train, I'd bloody well get off.................. xx I wanted this poem to last longer. Very good my dear. x deb