i wrote this on a bus journey to Liverpool,
Betrayal
Yes,
i noticed you,
holding empty conversations
with yourself.
The other passengers
watched their destinations
drawing near.
They didn't notice you
except to stare.
Maybe
years of lonliness had crazed your brain
so you remembered conversations
for comfort,
( It was reassuring to hear a voice),
but only your reflection
in the blurred window pane of the bus
answered in silence
to the sound.
You continued talking
to your past.
but the the world that betrayed you
and you
the betrayed
entered mine.
Bren
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