Poetry

A Blank Stare

A blank stare
at my window,
counting—
the raindrops
unknowingly;
the cup of tea
sits on my lap.

A blank stare
at the note,
my mind vacant;
waiting—
unconsciously
for you to arrive.

Daily Post’s Singin’ in the Rain.

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