I am dry from too much thinking
too much dwelling
you are off having the time of your life
I am an old man
sitting looking out windows
watching taxis drop off busy people
on their way to summer streets
I miss love like arms around my waist
kissing in the dark and laughing on the phone
mine rings and I hope it is you
but it never is
not anymore
just a ghost voice inside my head
bringing tears to already moist eyes
remember me
at night when you wake from dreams your heart racing
think of me when you kiss someone else
my awkward kisses
fumbling in a dark office
giddy with first contact
I miss you now
and always
an old man
watching young love
on fresh city streets
living in a past that has dried up
and blown away
The old man story are very interesting.I think,It is a real story.But actually is it real story?taxi uster
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