Taxi

In a taxi with a stranger, but that stranger is you
Late evening, bathing in midnight blue

I know I’m not who you thought I’d be
But you’re you, smile as kind, eyes as green.

Jagged mirror edges have grown through my baby skin
Things have changed since we were nineteen.

Life has hardened me in all the wrong places
But my heart remained soft, seeing love in all of their faces

In a taxi with a stranger, but that stranger is me
Late evening, lonely as could be

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Bilingual poet based in London

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