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It could be everyone. It could be my imagination. Walking alone among the crowd this morning the sun cast strong shadows. As I passed through the woods, it could be the sea breeze moving the branches behind me. And the sound of cars drowns out the sound of footsteps along the promenade.



Everyone and No-one

surround me,
follow me,
walk with me.
In dreams,
you inhabit the edges of the familiar,
the shadows
of the dream
I forget on waking.
How close are you,
a breath behind me,
shadows mingled,
eye contact?

The almost touch
in the queue for coffee
could be, I don’t know you.
Stranger or lover, how much could I know?
Too much – more or less,
and yet here we are.