Monday, February 23, 2015

Creamer

The creamer swirls in a wistful way
Raindrops close out a lonely day
And we sit here staring
Wishing we were daring

We could sit here like we’re doing
Elbows sticky with the last persons drink
We could watch the rainfall still
Steam up the window and breathe

Or unbuckle the seatbelts
Step out of these doors

Might we run
Out into to the soaking parking lot and
Dance in the downpour
Might we run
Into each other's arms and
Never leave again

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