the man

the man

I met a man

Not from this place

In a crowd he was alien

Despite dressing the same

He spoke in quotes;

words trickled from his tongue

He stood always on edge

Thought he was being watched

Spilt down the centre

Said he was missing something

Said he would be leaving soon

…Next day he was gone.

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