Love Missed While Waiting

Westward blown… sprinkled mist of wind’s wisp bathed in summer’s blazing heat upon iron frame bench I sit my legs they dangle above madness, sandy ledge, not a cloud shield me from sun’s bake baking my starving arms… hunger’s thrum I wait here for love to come my eyes they roam the torrent angry sea splash of wave’s cast swab my face amid gentle breeze so consumed with the wind’s mist, the sun’s bake, the sea’s splash, my hunger’s sass I missed the love that walked pass daydreaming… what a drag!