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Soft Reach
I've often wondered what it means
To be wanted by a stranger
Watching for some movement, a glance
A sign of given notice
Significance in a passing smile
Or some odd sense of stillness
Maybe they'd anticipate
Look forward to my stride
Watch me walk, by and by
Wondering what I'm thinking of
If I'm avoiding their eyes
If I see them at all
Maybe I'll yawn and seem tired all day
While I stretch and stretch and stretch
Or do nothing, simply standing
Always toying with my hands
Waiting for a connection
Anything that feels like it matters
Some day they'll try to start a conversation
And I'll be polite, impatient
Checking my watch, gripping my wrists
Thinking of fate, and how terribly late it is
When maybe right then, right now
It could be desperately trying to speak with me.
