Nine At The Diner
Tick, tock
And I’m late,
Too late.
Swinging sign smiles:
‘Closed.’
Fluorescent light buzzes,
Humming the time away
While Moths hover like I do,
Attracted to the beaming hope
Of her red lighter.
And I’m late,
Too late.
Swinging sign smiles:
‘Closed.’
Fluorescent light buzzes,
Humming the time away
While Moths hover like I do,
Attracted to the beaming hope
Of her red lighter.
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