No arriver

 Sometimes, Its gets all too quiet  
 Can’t sleep, very long at nights
 My anxious heart feels its pain   
 Now I take, my midnight stroll
 In the fog and damp chilly cold  
 Pretending we walk hand in hand
 Just like in all my dreams, alone  
 Taking a short rest upon a bench
 As rain becomes soft snow instead   
 Where I watch lovers embrace again
 When they step down from the train
 As I wonder, would we do the same;  
 Or would you never dare let me go?   
 Shame, we will never really know  
 But I’ll still dream of you...again  
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

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