It was all new to me. I googled your name,
closed the browser window when your photo
appeared – I understood what I had felt.
I’ve driven the long way round to see
if you were there. I stood on a log,
looked into the crowd, found your face,
and I hid. I really do rile at myself.
I feel so unfriendly – I just want to be friendly
but I’ve unvolunteered my volunteering.
I miss the daily pulse-quickening of seeing you
Avoiding you is easily the hardest thing
I’ve ever had to do.
This poem, like all the others in the Mixed Messages project was created using found text contributed by the public in voicemails, texts, emails and tweets. If you missed the earlier poems in the series, you can catch up here.