Endless waiting at the bus stop
That's how it would be without you
For the train that never comes
Missing the one that I had missed:
Periods full of regret.
Melodramatic moments
To spill tears over
Like the moment you see
A faulty red light
Blinking, blinking
I want to be in that place with you
And hold your hand with
Passion, meaning
The glance and you know all
The touch which channels all I mean
To you.
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