There was a stain on that one table
You were gently in view
I fiddled with it instead of smiling at you
The crowd was loud, but I spoke louder
Briefly fastened by a gaze, then freed
A chance soon wasn't one
At the table, silent
Left to remain
Where I stayed
Searching
Safe
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
There was a stain on that one table
You were gently in view
I fiddled with it instead of smiling at you
The crowd was loud, but I spoke louder
Briefly fastened by a gaze, then freed
A chance soon wasn't one
At the table, silent
Left to remain
Where I stayed
Searching
Safe
Mark Vandergon 2012
Read as one poem, then as two separate works.
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