Waiting for you
Cold grey day with nothing to dokilling time waiting for you
walking, walking up down all around
rest on a bench looking out at the sound
'please, no rain!' I gaze upward in protest
black clouds looming, il just hope for the best
Abnoxious car stereo disturbing the peace
single crow looks down from a perch in the trees
The cold creeps around me sat waiting for her
thoughts turn to the pub but they'd call me a waster
warmth, comfort, music and a drink
but no I worry to much about what people think
Stuff them I'm going, I've had enough
time for a drink time to get tough
that's what you'll tell we when you arrive
you wont believe I stayed outside all that time
you'll say,'why didn't you go in, it would have been fine!'
but you know self belief is no strong point of mine.
So I've made it inside and no-one says a word
as usual my anxious worrying was absurd
it's lovely in here, my cold hands start to thaw,
looking out through frosted glass at the grey of before
I hope you join me soon in this place of rest
because solitude I enjoy,
but my dear, your company i love best
Poetry by Chris Mitchell
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Written on 2007-02-08 at 11:47
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