Star Struck
By birksy
Almost star struck, Can it really be her? Could it be true she drinks coffee, and picks at blueberry muffins, in the same place that I do? I want to know the co-ordinates, to write them down, to say we were both here. I’d lose them, of course, no one to organise my silly life. Where can she be going to? What glitter filled room will she be in tonight? I’ll check the TV listings, with luck it could be mine. Shall I go and see her, buy her a drink, send it to her table, with a swift written rose, to make her sad face smile. You know, she looks just like me, on a bad day. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 10:25 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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"Almost star struck,..."