Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Constantly


Something is missing even though it is there,
great sadness smoothed over with a smile;
a woman touches-up her face whilst
her boyfriend wishes he was single.

Apparently, he knows that she knows
but do they know that I know?
It is all just so inexplicably tragic
like watching a stinging nettle wilt.

Nothing is supposed to be felt and yet
everthing comes to mind, for a moment
inappropriate to most but pefectly timed
for those who are alone even when together.

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