Screen Door

Standing in silence

I anticipate

But abate reaction.

 

I'm waiting for timing;

For attraction.

 

Wind is chiming

On the outside portion

Of the patio.

 

Behind the screen door

I mean to say,

"You're the girl

I married in my dream today."

 

But my words unfurl 

Further astray

Until they fade away

As an unheard piece

Of my recent dismay

 

The End

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