That look
That look
Of love
Through a rain spatted
Glass pane
Oh how
My heart pains
For that look of trust
If circumstance
Were different
I would shape time
In my hand
To suit
Just us
But sadly
I ran for it
Yelling
waving
But missed that
Bus
Now
I wait
Behind
That rain splattered
Glass pane
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2024
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