pitter patter on the sidewalk,
a drop of temperature outside.
the clouds overhead were grey,
a chilly wind blew through my hair.
i sat on the sofa huddling my blanket close,
watching my cats fluffing up their coats.
the smell of warm food lingered in the house,
a whistling kettle screamed out in anger.
with my phone in hand typing these down,
i sincerely wished you were around.
it has been nine days since i last saw you,
and i can’t help but to wonder about you missing me too.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
pitter patter on the sidewalk,
a drop of temperature outside.
the clouds overhead were grey,
a chilly wind blew through my hair.
i sat on the sofa huddling my blanket close,
watching my cats fluffing up their coats.
the smell of warm food lingered in the house,
a whistling kettle screamed out in anger.
with my phone in hand typing these down,
i sincerely wished you were around.
it has been nine days since i last saw you,
and i can’t help but to wonder about you missing me too.
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