Hands clasped
Lovers stand at the traffic lights
And exchange a fleeting kiss
Too fast for anyone to see
But painfully long and sweet for the lonely lover looking on
Enviously……. the lights turn green
And in a flash they are gone
I must cross the street
And go back
To an empty room
To loneliness……
Love can be a constant ache
Moving all the time
With the motion of life
You try to block it all out
Be numb
Till you see the lovers at the
Traffic lights again
In a strange country
All alone
Strangers’ kisses can be
Especially painful

Sashikala Premawardhane

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