Sixty painful minutes
Afore shutdown
And I’m still scanning
The pages for your face;
Sixty useless sighs–
Sixty priceless smiles;
A few more seconds
To wander and to hope;
Though, it’s after five
In the morning
And you’re still a mirage
Far, far away.
I finally opt
To ride the waiting bus
And leave
The gaping presence
Of shame;
Then, I hear you
Screaming my name.

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