• zen stories

    and other quirks of mind
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Language - Taal - Lingua


Something makes me look up
While reading
In the departures lounge

She glances at me

While passing

Her eyes becoming mine
For a moment or two

Long desert lashes

Sleeved in black

Berry lips
Filled with hope
To belong

And angry

Because of it

So young and
Caught already

By the fear

To end up alone


Taken for granted

Or simpler yet

Replaced by one
Who will never die


© JH, Spright-Art