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Bad Timing
A Poem
Sitting in the parking lot
Of Waffle House
Listening to All Too Well,
Words clawing at my lips -
I’m dying to tell you.
We’re scream singing every line,
Just like old times.
Except this time
There are tears in our eyes,
Because reflected in the lines
Are you and I.
The last seven months -
Silence.
Yet here we are,
Each lyric insinuating
The way we left things
But our voices suggesting
New beginnings.
I want to tell you,
Touch you,
Hold you.
I want to…
But Waffle House is waiting,
Looming like a warning:
Nothing good happens after 2 AM.
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