Other than yours
Every side of the bed is wrong
I wait outside every evening
In the flickering neon light
Of a shop which never closes
Legs crossed at the ankles
Sitting low to the ground
With a drink in my hand
Making every attempt to look enigmatic
Yet I’m longing for no contact
And wishing for nobody’s attention
Other than yours
-Galwyn

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