I hear the engine
Coming from a distance
I know it's not you
But my heartbeat picks up
Holding my stance
I hope you came
I hope you got away
I hope you came to stay
But the sound disappears
My heartbeat steadies
It's not you
You didn't get away
And it makes me feel blue
YOU ARE READING
Now
PoesíaA selection of words that by no means should be called poems as I am no poet.
