When We Are Left Alone

it was in macau
when we were finally left on our own
waiting till three o'clock
with instruction to proceed
to gate 11

no one was there
except the two of us
waiting on cold seats
and i was figuring out
where to go
while you simply
hold my hand
lay your head
on my shoulder
and then

you start to whistle
a love song

it was a little dark when the
boat finally came

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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