Monthly Archives: April 2015

Waiting

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All the people

Running around,

Eyes on the ground.

Afraid to care,

Afraid to meet a stranger’s stare.

But there in the crowd  I see you

Dancing.

Eyes wide open

In wonder as the people pass

You

By.

You are waiting,

Just waiting

For

A glance to turn your way.

Waiting.

Just waiting

For someone

To

Dance

Your

Way.

Last

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Those hugs.

Those last hugs.

And that last glance.

You looked over your shoulder

One final time

As you stepped inside.

As you waved goodbye.

The last time I saw you,

You did not stand on the sidewalk as

Usual

And wave.

You did not stay and watch me drive

Away

Around the corner

Until I was completely out of sight.

No.

Those last hugs.

That last glance.

Little did we know

Those would be the

Last

Ones given.