Kissing

Seeing her
standing there
in the rain.
Standing cold
her dark eyes
filled with pain.

Watching others kissing,
is that what she’s missing?

As I walked
off the ship
knowing that
her true love
the only man
not coming back.

Watching others kissing,
is that what she’s missing?

How I wished
it was me
she’s waiting for.
How I wished
it was me
she adored.

But I knew
as I walked
off the ship.
Yet again
on my own
I will sleep.

– Henry Pajak

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