Waiting
The snow man stands deadpan under the faint
Glow of the lamp, his scarf damp as snowflakes
Fall ‘round him, the land grim--isn’t it quaint?
The fake smile--what guile!--who would smile like that?
Made to suffer, with a muffler, he shakes
As cold wind rolls almost toppling his hat.
I remember one November day when
You made me wait ‘neath a tree. My heart breaks
‘Coz I’ve been in that scene waiting since then.
October 24, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
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