Jamie Thomson Poems

Sitting on a bumpy train with lumpy ribs
with pain that keeps my head elsewhere,
not looking where it should, I should thank,
protecting me and keeping me from there.
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Stomach churning, I look again,
Through all the stupid people in way,
No sign of her hair or band or coat,
She's going to come though anyway.
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Sometimes you meet a match.
Not body nor wealth.
Beyond the eyes and even heart.
Two souls meet and together watch
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