Around the Corner
You are something not in my life yet always expected.Waiting round every next corner, an unacknowledged anticipation tripping over an unexplained disappointment. In time these ghost finger moments of hope and despair concede to both distance and acceptance. My condition has not changed, yet hope clings on.As my eyes judder a retake at a moment's glance across this city's uninterested crowds. All as I wander through my wonderings.Will I find her today?