Man Outside My Window Poem by jude cullup

Man Outside My Window



there he is again
that man
standing at my window
he looks almost
as sad as i
i lend him my hand
to grasp
clenching tight
we lock eyes
like two soldiers
just before
battle
he disappears
and i know he was
the future ghost
of me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sara Fielder 11 January 2012

This is fantastic Jude!

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Aditi Khandelwal 10 January 2012

this poem is so lonely and the last line sent shivers down my spine... Aditi

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jude cullup

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