As I sit out here, outside
watching as people pass
cars move by
everything changes.
I sit out here, outside
watching as the clock
ticks down
as hours turn to minutes
as minutes turn to seconds
as seconds turn to nothingness.
I sit out here, outside
watching
anticipating
hoping
waiting.
For the person who placed a hole
in my chest
where my heart
should've
been.
But,
nobody
comes.
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Sujai' s Story and Poetry Book!
PoetryJust some freelance poetry and stories I probably won't finish. :p