Poetry · Writing

return

just waiting

by an ajar window,

listening to the flute player two floors up,

for a sign.

now;

it’s been two weeks

and the flute player is gone

window is closed and i found my lost muse.

friendship level one oh two

keeping the battle going

from an open window

thinking about that flute player and their return.

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