Tuesday, 11 August 2009

IN SEARCH OF LARA

From my familiar seat
On the crowded bus,
I thought I saw you today
In the passing throng,

My spirits lifted
My heart beat quickened.
And like Dr Zhivago
In search of Lara
I beat against the cold glass.
To attract attention

You turned toward me,
And it wasn’t you.
I was mistaken.
Through vision clouded by tears
I had not seen you,
How could it be you?
For you are gone

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