Tuesday 17 May 2022

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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