Waiting
Today I walked outside
It was an average day
To walk outside
There were clouds and wind.
Tress and rocks.
Everything was average.
I want to scream.
Where are you?
I flash back to those eyes
That smile, that held the world.
So. not. average.
You flew through my life like military jet
Silky stealth and deadly speed.
And you were gone.
The outrageous, the obscene,
The spectacular, the great.
Flew away on your tail winds.
And all that's left
Is an average day.
With clouds and wind.
So I stand outside
Waiting for another glimpse.
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