They closed the door and walked away
But only one of them left
The other froze behind the door
Taking a moment to breathe
Hoping one day they’ll be rational
Hoping she didn’t have to leave
She liked the cosy Venn diagram
She loved the warmth she received
But she didn’t like the awful things
He said when he was mean
So hopefully some time will pass
And he will remember their beauty
Hopefully he will realise words can’t be thrown around so freely
She hopes they both take time to grow
Two beautiful individual souls
And in winter when the frost does shine
They can reconnect over warm mulled wine
Tag: Seasons
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The painter sat watching the world go by
He watched the people and gazed at the sky
So relaxed he observed the busy little street
The children running with their little feet
The dogs pooing in the middle of the road
Embarrassed owners red faced and shroud
He sat and sat for days on end
He never painted
Not a penny did he spend
He brought his own coffee
And perched on the bench
Next to the cafe of a horrible wench
She threw her cigarettes into the street
Which were swept up by the dragging feet
The weather would change
But his routine would not
In the blistering storm
In an anarak he’d stop
Wipe the seat down and take a pew
Observe in slow motion, kind yet subdewed -
Muddy landscape
Shades of brown
Rain tapping above me
Fire lit
Coffee held
Cozy Winter morning.
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