Cyresse Fox Poems

I'm waiting for you, somewhere at a station
Staring at the clocks, anxious for you to come
And all those trains, every single one of them a bigger insult
I'm still waiting for you
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Bouncy hair,
Blue jeans.
Playful eyes,
A bright smile.
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I held her head against mine,
Our foreheads touching, staring in her eyes
As my hand lay in her neck, keeping her close
Swallowing back tears, trying to look confident.
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