Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Home is you

On a bus ride heading home, 
I must have said something wrong.
Silence was the playing song, 
Your patience fifteen minutes long. 

Stole my right hand into your left, 
angrily looked away after the theft.
I forced us into an interlock,
Your anger subsides in a tick tock.

How you surrendered in a huff, 
you don't know how it makes me laugh. 
Deep inside you cannot see, 
I don't like you to know me.

The silence broke our hands didn't, 
When our eyes met a new link learnt.
I don't like it publicly,
But continued hopelessly.

Then I'm back at 191, 
and our 7.5th storey final one.

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