you were not there
while I waited beneath
the sudden rain for a bus
that moved somehow
swifter for not
carrying you along with me
as if Time slows
within your sphere
pausing for the same
hint of hesitation
I seek out each morning
that your eyes slide
unheedingly on
even the driver sees
it is you I read
and not the book
lying agape upon my lap
but it was when
you were not there
that soft and sudden
I discovered how this
untouched want may be
a finer way of falling
© Sarah Whiteley
Simply glorious poem…so sweet, so ripe, so pining in a ‘finer’ way…the last lines just took my breath away.
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I would say if the driver noted be he…then observational skills is not his strength…a delightful verse.
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Hey Sarah, I love this cityish beauty, still pondering 😉
Peace, x
Laz
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I have nominated you for multiple awards . To find out more about the awards, please visit
http://seasonspoetry.com/2012/04/28/aprils-award-shower/
Ciao, Francina
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