Wednesday 21 September 2011

The Saddest Thing

He is everywhere.
He is in my thoughts.
He is everything.
To me.

The reason for existence.
The reason that I breathe.
I need him
Just
To be.

But..

The saddest thing.
Is that I know
He's never noticed
Me.


Published in Winged Words, Edited by Heather Killingray, Poetry Now, Peterborough (2003)

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