I'm sitting in my car

anna_noday

I'm sitting in my car,

It's well after midnight,

I'm sitting and I'm waiting

For you to come around.

 

I'm driving on your neighborhood,

It still gives me chill,

Two lefts then one right –  

Why does it feels so good?

 

I'm in front of your apartment,

You rent it, but you

Made it to your home –

I'll wait 'till you're alone.

 

I'm standing behind your door,

I can't help it anymore,

I hear your voice and see your face –

I slowly tighten my shoelace.

 

I'm sitting in my car,

The sun shines through the window,

I'm starting the engine,

And the wind blow' in my face.

  • Author: anna_noday (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2021 04:12
  • Category: Special occasion
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    This is called stalking LOL We've all done it to some degree or another. Eventually we gain the maturity to realise that when a relationship isn't working we are better off staying away from it completely, whatever the reason it has failed.

    • anna_noday

      Maybe I watched too much Killing Eve and Dexter 😂

      • dusk arising

        Never heard of those two.

      • L. B. Mek

        poems like this
        take me back, to old Great's
        like Li Bai
        the way they effortlessly, described
        themselves doing something
        or just, waiting
        and made the reader, experience so much more;
        its such a unique trait in a writer
        a beautiful way of weaving a story,
        thanks for choosing to share, dear poet

        • anna_noday

          Thank you for reading it:)

        • woundedheart

          The old tieing the shoelace routine a cop out without the embarrassment. Nicely penned.



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