Sunday, February 26, 2006

I can’t believe it’s you,
The hair is still the same as I remember,
Maybe a little longer,
A suggestion of grey, but it suits you,
You turn and I catch my breath.
The eyes are the right colour,
But not the same depth,
And the lips?
Don’t look as kissable.
Catch a reflection, I stare back at myself in disbelief,
Is this what it’s come to,
Fantasizing about strangers in the middle of a busy street?
I’m in serious need of a double strength expresso.
Two steps on I’m daydreaming again,
That dress is exactly what I want,
Pricey but perfect,
But window shopping, I believe,
is only ever satisfying if you really know
one day it can be yours.


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