Sitting near my open window,
I absently watch the flickering lampposts.
Wistfully jealous of the couple on the wooden bench,
As traces of thoughts journey way back when.
When the gentle breeze rejoiced through those chimes,
As his presence passed in the corner of my eyes.
With a soft smile carved on his gentle face,
And a bouquet of jasmines in his hand, intoxicated this place.
And yes, I guess it was years and years ago,
As I sit near this very window.
Written for the Five & Dime challenge
© 2012 dark_angel28
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