Monday, May 11, 1998

24. The Mystery Man from Afar

You admire from a distance
and so do I,
Yet neither of us decides to
make a move.
I smile and you smile back,
but nothing more.
How I long to walk over
but don't have the guts.
Throughout the night we exchange
glances until I get fed up.
I decide to walk over and introduce
myself but I'm too late.
You're leaving and to me you'll always be
The Mystery Man from Afar.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home