Here I am again at the bus stop my darling
Sitting in our favorite bench, dreaming and hoping
Searching for your face in this place full of strangers, grieving
Why do you have to leave me, when are you coming?
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Waves
PoetryEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
