there’s an empty seat beside me on the bus
but you’re choosing to stand.
there’s a flower that’s standing alone in the garden
without any shade.
the more I think about it,
the more I don’t understand it.
it doesn’t feel like I’m yours.
it doesn’t feel like you’re mine.
is it the same for you?
©Brindology 2016
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This is lovely!
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Thank you!
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