A Date To Remember

I’ll meet you by the bridge, let’s say at eight
I’ve got a plan so say you won’t be late
The words I’ve waited so long to arrive
And finally, he’s noticed I’m alive
A few deep breaths and soon he will be here
From which direction will my date appear
Perhaps he’s waiting on the other side
So nervous hope that soon he will arrive
A quarter past I hear the city chime
Perhaps I have misunderstood the time
At nine I realise that he won’t show
I wonder why he didn’t, start to go
And then a thought occurs that makes me sick
Is this some kind of homophobic trick
Has he been watching seeing how I wait
A voyeur’s satisfaction at my fate
A puppet master thinks he has my strings
But no one but myself makes me do things
I walk onto the bridge and climb the rail
Imagine I’m a ship that’s setting sail
I see his face as I am falling free
A man who won’t forget not meeting me


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