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Written on 20 May 2013

I thought I saw

someone I used to like

sitting outside the town hall.

Instinct whipped me round,

and I walked away,

but then I thought,

why?

So,

because I could,

I went to where

I thought I saw her,

but she was gone.

 

I thought I saw her

in the library too,

a few days ago.

Again I hid,

then pushed myself past,

thinking,

I have done nothing wrong.

 

Now I'm sitting with a napping duck

on this eggshell-grey day.

And I'm not thinking much,

but this milk-eyed duck

and I

share a look:

I say,

I will not hide from the possibility of her,

and he winks,

then dozes off.