following the dream

watching you closely,

seeing you staring

into your pages

of distraction

head not lifting

until your stop

I wait and dream

what could be.

rising together

approaching the door

a momentary glance

passes between us

you smile nervously

enveloped by the crowd

as you adjust your bag

sending us all to oblivion

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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