24 Indulgences – XIII

I sat there, envying the rays
That got to touch that skin;
I wanted just to talk to her,
Afraid of jumping in —

I had a hundred things to say,
My thoughts were wide and scattered —
But I was twenty-three, and brave
In no real way

That mattered

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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