On A Platform

On a platform
it’s strange standing here,
elevated above everyone else.
I swear I’m trying
to come up with the words
to help explain exactly how
this stolen feeling
is buried within.
Strangers push on me,
it’s obvious I’m in the way
I’ve been this way
long before now.
I push back,
keeping my ground
I honestly care
what some may think
I’m not moving
until I get this out.
Texting in a sea of strangers
who have no idea
how important this is
to convey love in this way.
It’s fine,
interrupting this busy world
and I smile because
I’ve learned to release,
this, I’ve learned from you.
My one true one
it’s a restless feeling for sure
to hear your voice.
That subtle laugh,
but still, I stand here
on this platform
waiting on you.

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