Next Time

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Tense shoulders loosen up

Tricked 

by a moment of false hope

Here lie the squabbles of the unspoken

Vying for approval

that comes too little 

too late

You can do with little, you think

There is more to this weather

Than dreary clouds

than rainbows even

Peeling off the sombre tint,

A soft chuckle escapes her mouth

You wonder why

She looks at the glimmering lamppost

Past his eager eyes

Why doesn’t she look them in the eye?

It’s neither fear

nor resistance

she is okay here

approval can trickle in later

A little is enough

Don’t be scared,

Look 'em in the eye

 

Next time.