staring at the falling rain
sitting by the window sill,
A cup of steaming tea,
and a sandwich of rye n dill
A happy, peppy tune
playing through in my head
Fingers drumming the cup,
feet tapping on the bed...
Cool breeze brushing past hot skin
Sending a shiver without
and bringing a happy smile within.
Waiting...
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*I* waited
as the days turned to naught
a slant of light
falling on me, taunting me
or was it a caress of love?
9 years ago
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