Archive for September, 2013

This night..

Looking out of a window pane

At the dark outline of a tree

That looks as forlorn as I feel

I think of you and wonder where you are

I see offices drenched in silence

The occasional flicker of lights inside

From a lone over-zealous worker

Many miles away I can imagine

You in a building by a lake

With your feet up on the table

Working and laughing hard with a friend

And not thinking of me at all

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