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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