A Thought
I stay alone inside this thought finding
solace
in the memory of your
face – your
laughter.
It’s been raining for days.
I know I look tired.
Shortly this train will
stop
and I’ll have to start
my day.
I stay alone inside this thought finding
solace
in the memory of your
face – your
laughter.
It’s been raining for days.
I know I look tired.
Shortly this train will
stop
and I’ll have to start
my day.