Wandering.

Wandering in the half familiar streets,
Marbled by the beauty of the summer sky beginning to darken.
The warmth of the breeze reminds me of the childhood walk from beach to station, for the sleepy train ride home.
Laughing at the sunburnt lobster red faces.

Mind and feet wander independently, all grown up and nowhere to go.

My mind strays, searching, restlessly, yearning for company.
Trying to search for a human to share my silence.
The one to be happy with in my quietness.
Kidding myself that I am content to be in my own world.

My feet lead the way, aimlessly at first, right then left, until as if by surprise the streets are all too familiar.

I am outside your house.
You.
I think we breathe the same air, wander the same streets.
You.
I want to see.
You.
I think would be happy to share my silence, content in my quietness.
You.
To laugh with like children again.

I pause, so by chance we could meet and say hello
My minds race, heart beats.
Too scared to call.

So I wander again
Making sure this time my feet take me home,
Well, via the chippy.
But the chips make no comparison to the northern ones.
Eaten on the way to the station.
Slightly chilly now, rapped in my father’s cardy.
Laughing at the lobster red faces.

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