Mar 2018
You seemed lonely that day,
Or perhaps it was wishful.
Swept free in a crowd.
Surrounded by everything,
And nothing in peculiar,
Reaching out, laughing.
Or perhaps it was wishful.
Swept free in a crowd.
Surrounded by everything,
And nothing in peculiar,
Reaching out, laughing.
Poem from 2012 about a guy I had a crush on basically forever and we just happened to work in the same building near eachother, but doing different things. He's always been funny and when he laughed I found myself wishing that I could be a part of it.
