Late Eighties
A Classroom
Stuffed With 50 Odd Kids
I Saw Her
With Dried Egg Yolk
Sticking To The Corner Of Her Lip
Our Journey As Class Fellows
Continued Until College
Years Later I Heard She Moved Out
Now She Lives In Your City
Where I Wanted To Be
She Breathes The Same Air As You Do
See The Same Scenes
She Walks On The Same Pavements
Feel The Same Feelings
When I Think Of That
A Wave Of Envy Travels
Through My Veins
I Often Think
That Could Have Been Me
In Her Shoes
In Your City
Drowned In Such Thoughts
I Recall Her Standing Next To Me
In That Silly School Race
The Whistle Blew
We Ran
And We Both Lost
Did I Compete With Her Ever?
No-Â… Never
But I Can-‘t Shrug Off The Thought
That She Beat Me In The Race Of Time And Life