"Living With Regrets"
I used to watch you,
working in the yard.
I would just sit and stare,
but you never knew.
Pruning and clipping,
raking and mowing.
You would look my way and wave,
and I would wave back,
avert my eyes and pretend to go back to my book.
Your arms looked so strong,
safe and protective.
I caught you, standing there,
leaning on the rake watching me.
You blushed and those ice blue eyes glowed.
This was the dance we did for months.
Watching, waving, smiling, blushing.
Then one day the moving van came,
I watched.
And you waved.
I smiled.
And you blushed.
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J. A. Stroud a.k.a. GlassPoet.
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