He, um

He, um

stares just a little too long.

There's a wetness to his eyes;

a wound

a desperateness.

He's, um

a little too eager.

He unerves me

and not in the way

that I long for.

Dare I say it?

Repulsion - 

his subtle

not so subtle


I look away

way before I once


Little boy lost

I would try to

find him.

Now I know 

he's, um

not mine to look for.

I don't even

want to;

never did.

His being lost

is lies.

Self pity.

All I can do

is, um

look away.

There's a slight

scent of shit


as I, um

get up to leave.




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Colin Hill

Sun 24th Sep 2017 09:13

I'm not the greatest fan of this style of presentation when employed excessively but occasionally it works and in this case I think it works well. Good title too. All the best, Col.

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Andy N

Sat 23rd Sep 2017 21:50

good use of short lines Nat.

your writing is changing gears everytime i read it.

keep it up my friend x

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