Not The Same.

It’s not the same as in a picture

When I look into your eyes,

Not the same as in a concert

To sustain the lows and highs

Of the crowd that wants the singer

And to hear her limpid voice

And to travel miles of distance

‘cause there is no other choice

Not the same as to be near

And to touch your satin skin

And to hear you when you are speaking

Through the air’s surrounding din.

Not the same,  I want to meet you

And spend time already due.

Alfred Grech

25//01/2020