Loss
LOSS
sitting on the bus
watching shops pass by
passengers reflected exit like ghosts
she’s gone
and another and another
in the park
by a phone booth
wanting to call my love
sudden shade startles me
sun behind a cloud
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2014
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