Celebrity Stalker

Familiar face among us

Prompts a second look

Is that? No, it can’t be.

 

The coffee queue silent

Shy glances to the side

But no one speaks.

 

A crowd of people

Standing around waiting

Stay-in or take-out.

 

I can’t believe it

I must be mistaken

Fame within close reach.

 

He takes-out and

Leaves, he walks away

I should have spoken.

 

We have to follow

To trace his footsteps

A second chance.

 

Eyes wide open

Searching, looking

For just a glimpse.

 

Luck is with us

Walking towards him

We meet at last

 

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