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Distance by Phil French

Posted by: Phil French on 16 October 2023 09:34

A girl sat on the waiting bus

Whence all but she had fled.

She felt alone, conspicuous.

Shy thoughts ran through her head.


A lad got on.  "From what I see,"

She thought, "He could be nice!

But if he plonks down next to me,

I'll turn as cold as ice!"


He read her thoughts and sat apart.

He understood her fear.

His gentle distance made her start

To think she'd like him near.

Last modified: 16 October 2023 09:39

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