Weekend Writing Prompt #341 – Rhythm

Waiting

There’s a rhythm in the air

As I walk right past your door

The windows cracked a little

Just like it was before

I see you stand inside your room

While you’re waiting for my knock

Swaying to the music

You keep staring at the clock.

I move a little closer

To peer at you inside

And love the wondrous woman

Who’ll stand right by my side.

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