Maybe a little
It was a small smile,
but I know you recognized me,
just two small glances,
then a head down turning grin,
I saw you immediately,
how could I not notice that walk,
the one that filled lust to it's burst,
before and still after the words we spoke,
so you're being showed round,
it looks like you're going to be working here,
and I'll keep silent about our past,
and you know my hearts sincere,
but it was nice to see your eyes again,
even if only at an uncomfortable distance,
we were always each others magnet,
so let's hope we have some resistance,
It’s all the same
each day I sweat a little more,
as each rant drops the swear words soar,
I hold no grace with my despair,
just as my skin it'll stay right there,
the birds will sing at the pane of glass,
and I shall listen in a bemused entrance,
the traffic will boom and shake the air,
as I remain still standing there,
the milkman strides his widows walk,
as she'll retort to his whistle begot,
the postman will amble up the paths of late,
to be chased by a dog fear out of the gate,
and life goes on the way it did before,
just as yesterday and to tenacitys door,
and as the grey clouds drift to above my abode,
I realise that tomorrow is only yesterdays door,
Never heard
I don't think it's such a bad deal,
I'm no worse off than before we met,
sure you made me believe and feel,
but all your clammer and dim moods set,
and I don't wish to be seen as vaguely coy,
or noticed as a empty space you once lit,
but I believably held what was false to be true,
unprepared for burns and no oven mitts,