people-watchingI like watching people in public places,people-watching by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
peering through proverbial windows at snippets of
other people’s memories, times they will remember, saying:
I know exactly where I was when -
times they will forget, saying:
Was it a Tuesday or a Thursday? Was it raining? Snowing?
I like sitting in coffee shops and libraries and train stations,
watching moments of other existences briefly intercept my timeline,
letting my path almost cross with someone else’s but
always remaining a spectator, a ghost, a nameless face as a background blur
to the couple arguing between the aisles, the boy buying flowers for some beautiful
blonde girl waiting at the end of the train tracks, the child tugging his mother’s hand,
'Look, look, birds are flying mummy, birds are flying.'
These are the times I am sat still, letting other people’s worlds gravitate around, orbit past
my own, centred on a bench and a book and an empty hour in the day.
There are times where I am moving, on plan
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. RobLetters to all the people I have kissed by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.