Daisy

The longing

She sits, watching
Foreign conversations
Tired faces
Underground eyes

Her glances quick
Wanting warmth
Diverting dark thoughts
Longing for....

Longing for him
She can taste his skin
His voice arouses a tingle
Which rises the spine

They would talk clumsily
Bending from past to now
Similarities ensue
Clouds dissipate, to blue

Where the fuck are you ! ?