Soaked in the Winter Sun

I think,

“I wish you knew

how I feel

as I sit

on the dry winter grass

half soaked

in the golden sun,

listening to words

sung by someone

looking into the

labyrinthine maze of love songs

for a line, a lyric

to say

what I feel.

Reading someone else’s words

Because my words

are all about you

I’d love you

walking away

not noticing me

sitting here,

scribbling this

And I’d love you

while you love someone else

Because I know not

any other way.

So here I sit,

in the setting light

of the winter sun.”

I think, but don’t say



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