He told me where to meet. I followed his directions. I kept close to the wall to never lose sight. I glanced down once at my phone to catch the time. Yet as I distracted myself from the way. I look back up and find myself surrounded by a mass of strangers. Everyone is on there own way heading to the next place. I am stuck in place open mouthed. I have lost my footsteps. There is no real solution to find him. I gather my anxiety and let out a deep breath. My hands start to become clammy and I start to feel closed in. As I make it through the crowed streets of the market. I find a bench outside a coffee shop and rest my head in my hands. I am lost and there is nobody to make me found. Not even him.
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
