It's 3.35pm...

It's 3.35pm on a still afternoon,
the rain has stopped and before
I went out for a walk in the park;
In this quiet time you are sleeping
on the other side of the world,
Maybe my words tangle in your dreams,
But you keep your walls high with locked gates;
You search for love but always somewhere else,
our emotional schedules don't match,
you want it on your time
or not at all,
So now I trail behind in the fallen leaves,
kicking up sticks in this quiet afternoon,
and counting the lagging hours
until you get my drift.

The End

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