Saturday, January 7, 2012

Gas Station

I saw him at the gas station At least I think it was him
He looked tall and awkward
Like he just wasn’t sure
If he was really meant to be there
Swaying slightly as he stood there
I wanted to yell his name
I think he was leaving today
I wanted to yell his name
But I couldn’t move
I wanted to say a simple hello
And I couldn’t do a thing
And I watched him drive away

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