Poem -

Who was that

Who was that

He couldn't see me
in the slow rush
hiding to nothing 
behind the mullburry bush
just didn't focus
on what was us
being invisible isnt nice
in your Sunday best
on a Tuesday night
Laid in bed  riding
as only Godiver could
he still didn't notice
when I  finally went..
I was conspicuous
only by my abscense
 

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