If you are losing breath
Having spent all your words at work
Don’t panic under the city lights
They won’t expose your sudden jerk
If my tears are choking you
Responding to some deeper calls
Stop slowly by a shop window
And ease your heart to the dolls
If you hear my voice
Kissing your name from a crowd
Don’t trust your ear, don’t turn around
It can’t be true any more
If you spot me in the street
From a bus or otherwise somewhere
Be sure to hide your private pride
And all the things we used to share
Private Pride
© Copyright: Драгана Старчевич, 2018
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