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The Chase

Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?

The Chase

Table chatter.

Laughter, quirky smiles.

And then

our glances held,

suddenly.

Moments passed.

She spread her hands,

arms outstretched.

A helpless gesture

of excuse me,

what can I do?

So

up to me.

Too complicated.

But.

I want to know

more.

Look this way

again.

I want to know

you.

So, look.

Look this way.

But no,

no luck.

Talking now,

head turned away.

Then,

smiles all ’round.

Mouth upturned,

eyes dead,

leave-taking smiles.

Walking away.

Turn!

Turn!

No turn.

No backward glance.

Not for me,

it seems…

But I know..

so turn,

turn.

No turn.

So clumsy.

Chair upturned.

Excuse me.

Apologies.

Due haste.

Well,

never again

without a chase,

I know.

 

Catch below other poems written by Lynn White and shared with The Ugly Writers:

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Lynn White
I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.

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wow !! great work .

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