Title: He spoke to me
by Oli from Kent | in writing, poetry
I turned the corner, peered through the jostling crowds
And he was there.
My eyes fixed open, not blinking
Terrified to miss even a second of his face.
He didn't see me but
I didn't care
My soul was in heaven watching him.
And when he spoke to me, just to me
I would have frozen time to be in that moment forever
To cling to that feeling of total ecstasy
Perpetually hearing his melodious voice addressing me.
No-one else
Me
He moved on, and I was just another face
Another smile, another scribble
One in a seething mass, faceless, nameless, but I don't care.
He spoke to me.
Recently I met a hero of mine, a brilliant actor. This poem is about my feeling of utter amazement when I met him.
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