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!
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