T o d a y
I
Burnt
the toast.
My eyes watered on the way to the train
S
T
O
P.
Eighth & pine
Two coffees,
Lingering.
It rained for a while,
I
Dreamt
I
Saw
You,
On that bench there.
Pondering our arrangement.
Two bodies
In
Juxtaposition.
Quite L o v e l y
your h a n d s.
I miss your hands I think
Soft and familiar like rainy days,
Suddenly I’ve missed the train.
It’s okay though-
I had nowhere to be-
-C.S.
