Monday, June 29, 2015

Longing

It's on days like these
When the mist hangs low
And a city sleeps
I think of you.

The cups of coffee,
The bouts of laughter,
Who would have thought,
We'd not meet thereafter?

It's on days like these
When I'm a bit low
I seek the warmth
I'd once known.

My wicked madness
Your good sense
A few handshakes
And it was all over!

It's on days like these
I wish we'd meet again
Just one more time
We became friends.

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