Waiting

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

A pale

silver-gold

wintry sun

caresses

the walls

and strokes

the furnishings.

This late

December afternoon

is silent

hushed

and still.

Yet with one eye

half-open

as if waiting

for something

or someone.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Actually written in another November, not December. Yet it could be today.

Art by Hamish Blakely

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