The Sunday Whirl

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Come Back

Sitting here I watch the sunset, my glass reflects the glow
The wine is almost finished and I’ve got nowhere to go

My heartbeat’s running rapid as I think about our night
No limit to the love I felt, the timing felt so right

Strings of sun spill upon the sea in trails not hard to see
I wish there was a fairy that could bring you back to me

As tears well up my view begins a fine lacy effect
Time is ticking quickly until the dark of night is set

A stone throws way across the sea will bring you back to me
And at my gate you’ll find my love and know just where to be.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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