30/12/96

Far Away, So Close

You were so far away,
always, even when close in distance.

When we talked on the bus
you had no idea I felt that way,
and if you did, you kept it hid
how could you be interested?

You discounted your intelligence,
looks were enough to get you through,
but I saw through the act,
even if you kept them in a trance,
a siren song of beauty.

I just tried to somehow fit in,
youthful happiness a prize I’d never win.

You were there one week, gone the next,
our future meetings were to be
only glances through glass.

Of course I always thought
it something I said or did,
but just talking to you was going far,
and I'm still wondering where you are.