As I was going to…

As I was going to…

were you going there, too…?

And, how did we not see each other,

I know you like the brother,

that I haven’t got.

What made you decide,

to not collide –

was it pride?

Or something darker deep inside?

Did you see my approach

and run to hide?

Whilst I was thinking

about the wolf that cried,

about a boy?

I’ll go this way again,

and, then, maybe,

you and I,

although not rich,

might just get by.

3 responses to “As I was going to…

  1. Good meaningful.

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