As the days turned
To weeks,
As the weeks ran
Into months
And the rush
At the thought
Of her,
At the sight
Of her,
Kept flooding his
Entire being
He knew it was
More
Than a passing fancy,
Funny he thought
As he gazed out the
Window,
Across the plaza,
Passing fancies put
You through the wringer,
But he didn`t know
Where this would take him.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:40 AM October 30, 2012