You’ll be there,
On the other side;
Just across the water.
I think of you,
Sitting on the edge;
Waiting.
I want to reach out.
To connect.
We meet often
Only in my head.
I cannot bridge the gap.
I do not meet your eye.
Lost in the crowd,
Feel my feet rushing by.
Caught in the current
Swept away with the flow
Too ashamed
To slow.
You watch; invisible,
Unseen,
Drifting.
Resting on the pavement,
Falling through the cracks;
Dreams collapsed,
No way back,
Trapped.
I long to give my hand,
To understand.
Each time
I cry.
Comments
ScoZen | May 18, 2012 - 20:07
I liked this tale of submerged love.
"...Caught in the current
Swept away with the flow..."
You never know, you may float to the other side.
scratch | May 18, 2012 - 20:50
Katie, this is super, well done.
scratch | May 18, 2012 - 20:51
And a go at a rhyme, loose but effective.
Cavalcaderl | May 18, 2012 - 21:58
new katie1975
I enjoyed this well expressed poem.
Stanza
Resting on the pavement,
Falling through the cracks;
Dreams collapsed,
No way back,
Trapped.
cavalcaderl julie
rjnewlyn | May 22, 2012 - 22:50
Very good. Strongly evocative of something, even though I'm not sure what.
Rob
Katie1975 | May 31, 2012 - 13:51
Thanks to all for reading and for your comments and support. I've only just been brave enough to join you.