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Half past noon…
Quarter to nine…
Fifteen to four…
Something’s not right…
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Can’t stop running
While spinning in bed
Heart is jumping
Thoughts spur in my head
I ran to the corner
And briefly stood
Half past noon
Then sat on a hood
Quarter to nine
It slowly turned
I waited and bated
Though never deterred
Fifteen to forever
As I waited in haste
I sat there and stared
So impatient, a waste
Waiting and waiting
At Eleventh and Main
The moment kept coming
But never came
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I hate when that happens. Funny but frustrating.
ReplyDeleteNice writing, I enjoyed reading. :-)
ReplyDeletecute piece.
ReplyDeletekeep running,
you will be there.
:)
omg- i love this!
ReplyDeletelove the way you capture the anxiousness of the moment! fiveloaf from poets united here haha!
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem. I liked the way you've described the emotions that happen when you wait for someone.
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