Well worn

Lonely
In the dark
Of night
With no one
Else around

The beating
Of my heart
The only
Audible sound

Close my eyes
Picture you there
Across from me
You sit
In that worn
Leather chair

A smile
Play across
Your face
A knowing look
Sparks in your eyes

Hang my head
In sorrow
Ask myself why

Why I do this
A million times
A day

Imagining
You there
So many
Different ways

© jillterry

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About jill

Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words... View all posts by jill

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