Him and Me

Calye Tidaback
Rain drops fall upon his face,
porcelain look,
no mistakes.
Warm-welcoming-smile,
strait and perfect.
He glares at her,
strait in the eyes,
it seams as though he can't see;
he can't see it's not me.
I watch him as he makes the move,
moving the hair behind her ears.
She smiles,
directly to him.
I sit upon a bench,
silently watching,
waiting for him to see,
she's not me!
He stands up,
so does she;
Fallowing him,
he comes to me.
Sitting on the bench,
silently,
he takes my hands,
kisses my cheek,
and we set off in the rain,
Just him,
and me.

Published by Calye Tidaback

I made this account for my daughter, (Calye Tidaback) she is in high school; and she is an amazing writer! I encourage her to get her writing out, it is a hobby of hers. She also has a baby on the way, so I'...  View profile

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