
Lingering glances
Towards the door
Through which
You are aching to leave.
I want you to stay
But I’ve seen the signs.
Never again
Will you be aching for me.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Lingering glances
Towards the door
Through which
You are aching to leave.
I want you to stay
But I’ve seen the signs.
Never again
Will you be aching for me.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.