silly little intrusive thought
a stranger who i could love
who i'll never know
thank god



don't look now, i imagined it all




I think
If we were in a different city
No apps
Meeting the good old fashioned way
We’d have met on the tube
You’d join my route, same time, same stop, same carriage, Monday to Friday
Central line maybe?
You’d get on at Mile End
I’d sit
You’d stand above me
We’d never meet each others eyes but when we would we’d smile
I’d look away first
Some times you
I’d miss you if I was late
Deep in my stomach
And one day we’d be on the same tube home, night tube, both tipsy but not drunk drunk and just start chatting as if we’d planned it, as if we’d known each other our whole lives
And we’d get to the end of the line
Get off together and just melt into each others lives as if that was our story the whole time.

But we aren’t
And we don’t
Because this is just a stupid made up story of mine.






Poetry by Holly Hawgood
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Written on 2024-01-21 at 10:58

Tags Love  London  Dreamer 

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Ah, but our thoughts are creative: If you can visualise it in your head it can happen in reality. I think this poem is worthy of accolade. Nice one.
I haven't entered into the review classifiications because truthfully they are not extensive enough. How can you categorise 'format' with words that do not actually reflect the descriptions of poetic format?
Blessings, Allen
2024-01-21