Blind Date
A bottle of Corvo
sat in the space
between us.
A conversation
has yet to begin.
Waiting for
the appetizer.
Thinking about,
the rest of the evening.
Wondering, if
there will be a tomorrow.
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Author:
RL Randall (
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Comments1
It is the last line that makes this poem. Well done
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