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Feb 2018
I concentrate on being me,
observing attention deficit,
wanting someone else to see
the view from where I always sit.

I turn and then begin to chat
to the person that I'm facing,
surprised that from where I'm sat
I find them almost fascinating.

Very soon I realise
that the person sitting there
is seeing me with two fresh eyes,
blinking through each tear.
We each want attention.  But it's harder to be attentive.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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   Caitlin
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