Sit there. Look out through the window.
Think for a moment. Look out again.
No calls. No text. No regrets.
Don't even feel sorry for yourself.
Don't really know if you have anything to be sorry for.
Think one more time. Look out over your livingroom. Don't ask for much.
Some company, one glas wine and a lots of laughter, all you wanted.
To much to ask for. To much....to much...to much.
Think for a moment. Look out again.
No calls. No text. No regrets.
Don't even feel sorry for yourself.
Don't really know if you have anything to be sorry for.
Think one more time. Look out over your livingroom. Don't ask for much.
Some company, one glas wine and a lots of laughter, all you wanted.
To much to ask for. To much....to much...to much.
The poet has talking.....to much.
Have a beautiful friday people!
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