Waiting before school
A gift in the front pocket of my bag
On the mildest last day before Christmas
I've ever known.
Pacing before school
A gift in the front pocket of my bag
Rubbing my hands together
As if I was cold.
Looking before school
A gift in the front pocket of my bag
Realising too slowly
She wasn't coming.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Waiting before school
A gift in the front pocket of my bag
On the mildest last day before Christmas
I've ever known.
Pacing before school
A gift in the front pocket of my bag
Rubbing my hands together
As if I was cold.
Looking before school
A gift in the front pocket of my bag
Realising too slowly
She wasn't coming.
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