A Verse tried #1

Waiting at the same place,
near that cafe.
Old Maid’s face and
Smell of that Frappe,
All is same.

Waiting at the same time,
across the road
about to hit nine.
Seems time has slowed,
All is same.

Waiting on the same date,
Wintry November,
Still as dark, a little too late
as I remember
All is same.

Except for one,
you’re no longer mine.
Except for one,
it hurts less this time.

© 2019 _occultatum_ blogunseen.com

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