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"Face in the Crowd"

 

God you made me nervous

When the door opened and it was you

Coming, uninvited, to my party

You smiled around the room

Kissed a few cheeks

Sipped a glass of red

 

You picked up a loose guitar and sang

I put down my glass and sidled near to hear

Your voice, so plaintive

Reached a deeply hidden place

And I held back tears.

 

But was that just because I've loved you

And lacked the nerve to tell you?

 

I dare not breach that wall

I hide behind.

I hope for you to make a move

Just a sign

But nothing ever comes

 

I might send you flowers

From Interflora - they have a 'special'

But fear the letdown flit across your face

When you see they only came from me.

 

Even though airing

My half smothered dream

May signal a sudden end

I am writing this note

To tell you I love you

And want to love you more

 

So will you come for dinner?

I have wine

I have your favourite music

Nat King and Coltrane

And wide open arms

 

And should you ignore this card

At least you’ll know

That I only meant you well

And that kiss you planted on my cheek

When we met that night

At my birthday bash

Means so much to me.

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◄ "Steppin' Out"

"Last Year in Jerusalem" ►

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Rick Gammon

Sat 8th Oct 2016 18:52

Thanks, Cynthia - it is actually an expression more of cowardice than bravery - the woman in question has no idea of those feelings I hold and am far too reticent to tell her - so I altered the poem to make in 'anonymous' - I'm just a sad case ?

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 8th Oct 2016 16:55

Like this a lot - content and style - and bravery.

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