Sunday, March 22, 2015


As still as stone.
Standing so quiet.
Chilled to the bone.
On auto pilot.

I can see your reflection.
So pensive and worried.
Facing the one direction.
And not at all hurried.

Don't be so sad and lonely.
For whom do you wait?
Is it your one and only?
We'll leave it to fate.

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