MUSICAL Poetry: OF COURSE, by Becca Alexandra Hurst

Of course,
I sometimes wonder
whether you’re walking
these same streets,
I heard you moved to London,
but you’re neither here,
nor there,
because this city is vast,
and we were small.

But on a Thursday,
after work,
an evening in October,
I saw you,
in Shoreditch by a bus stop,
I was a little drunk,
you didn’t see me,
and that’s okay,
I’m glad you didn’t.

You walked past,
same walk and all,
and I knew just from the back of you,
that it was you,
of course.

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