Eyes are opened wide
In daylight and air
A coffee or a tea
In our favourite chair
Everyday is new
We are reborn
The birds are singing
The traffic hums
Hear the neighbours talking
Hey kids don’t run
Waiting at the bus stop
The faces we all know
Talk about the weekend
What we did and what’s to come
Sit beside the window
So you can see her face
I hope she’s there this morning
I hope I’m not too late
I only speak in whispers
Don’t like the sound of my own voice
When I talk to her
I’m lost for words I have no choice
Right here right now
I’m where I want to be
On the Number 7 bus
Beside her sitting quietly
17/05/2023 Wednesday 695
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