Day: January 3, 2015


She worried about all of their stares

I don’t pay too much attention

Head down, and straight into the wind

She wishes to be more like me

Like me, with respect of not caring

She sees everything as hopeless

She is a free fall

A whirlwind, a disaster waiting to strike

But all the good one’s have already been claimed

No second chances

So I stay with her

Comfort, to some degree, on this knife-edge

Walking this line, tempting all fate

Call me an optimist

The straight-on wind walker

Who won’t have the good one’s

Because they’ve all been taken

© Dicky J Loweman 2015