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there you are. behind the shoulders and smiles of everybody else. i thought i was standing beside you. i try and catch your eye, i reach between the shoving arms, momentarily, i touch your sleeve, but then you are too far away. i politely try and make my way, i gently push at the wall of bodies. some give way, most crowd me out. i can hear your voice, i can see a glimse of your hair, i try and see a way through, to where you live. i call for you. and you say: 'but i'm right here?' i push harder, i shove at the shoulders, the elbows, the backs. i tear at the silks. you frown at my urgency. you anger at my irrationality. you don't understand, that i cannot reach you. the ghosts press closer to you they leer at me they mock my futility they know what i don't. you cannot see, the spaces that's there. you cannot see the need, to tell me what you feel. i think i'm tired, of pushing against the ghosts. of fighting, against what  you can't see. then maybe, i must just let the crowd carry you away.
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Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
the crowd
there you are. behind the shoulders and smiles of everybody else. i thought i was standing beside you. i try and catch your eye, i reach between the shoving arms, momentarily, i touch your sleeve, but then you are too far away. i politely try and make my way, i gently push at the wall of bodies. some give way, most crowd me out. i can hear your voice, i can see a glimse of your hair, i try and see a way through, to where you live. i call for you. and you say: 'but i'm right here?' i push harder, i shove at the shoulders, the elbows, the backs. i tear at the silks. you frown at my urgency. you anger at my irrationality. you don't understand, that i cannot reach you. the ghosts press closer to you they leer at me they mock my futility they know what i don't. you cannot see, the spaces that's there. you cannot see the need, to tell me what you feel. i think i'm tired, of pushing against the ghosts. of fighting, against what  you can't see. then maybe, i must just let the crowd carry you away.
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adele-horn
South African
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
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