Mine
~
He was mine.
Unbeknownst to the man, he was mine
He had found me,
And I go by the ironic phrase "finders keepers, losers weepers"
So he was mine
A glistening drop escapes my eye,
Shocked,
I quickly blink..and the moment is gone.
I wasn't quite sure,
Was this lonely tear a result of joy, relief, sadness?
Or was it just my imagination running wild.
Copyright © Naomi Scheyerle | Year Posted 2016
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