Patrick William Kavanagh
Patrick William Kavanagh Poems
A Close Encounter
Sitting at the bus stop all alone, acting busy, toying with my mobile phone,
No mail, no texts, just playing games, and just pretending I don't feel alone.
A smile from you would mean so much, - but I can't catch your eye,
I think you're lonely just like me, - I smile at you, but you can't see.
The lonely moments ticking by, I see my chance is slipping by,
I realise that you will never look my way,
And fear's the reason why.
My smile dies in the frozen wastes between our hearts,
A friendship that will never be, A love that could have grown from such a simple ...
He stands there now, a distant figure,
grey fur blending with the evening gloom.
I stand here by my cabin window, just as still as he,
and wonder if he sees me too, despite the darkness of the room.
The moon rises large and bright, and in the play of silver light
I see that he is not alone, and catch my breath in fright.
Shadows flicker silver grey then fade, make me even more afraid,
As I hear the steps of padded feet, I suck in air between my gritted teeth.