flick red
betwixt the sure and the maybe.
you wonder
if they really want you to step
into the
void between you and them,
feel the
gap close, the subtle burn
filling a
space once empty.
and you
pick without thinking,
but shyness
locks you in yourself.
so you
may see through a glass darkly,
but walk
away too shy to look back.
Yet you
feel it, this shift, a new skin.
into an
open sky of happy endings,
feeling like
an opportunity missed.
it reflects
a guise of a chance,
becoming
a runaway thing you wanted,
this man
you never got to know.
Pictures
unseen slip, live a secret life unnoticed.
A child
laughs, snug in their pushchair,
too innocent
to recognise ghosts in the dark.
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