I look at you

For too long

So I will get caught staring.



I will project jokes

To hear you laugh

From the other side of the room,

And peer through chins and shoulders

To make sure you are amused.


If I see your feet

Pass over roots breaching

Like whale’s backs, through paving slabs,

I will follow, grab your arm,

And try not to smile.



I shake you out of my thoughts

As stolen jewels are shaken from bedsheets,

Leaving you to be loved elsewhere.


You are not for me to hoard.


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