Late

A Poem by Jeffrey London

It was winter,

Her frame was hidden by a green overcoat.

The sky shown an ominous hue

as the bright sun had missed its check in,

although I wished for its support.

She faked a smile as we talked about the morning dew.

At least, that is how I like to remember it.

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Added on November 12, 2016
Last Updated on January 31, 2017
Tags: Poem, Late, Love, Romance

I'm Jeffrey London, I'm a 28 year old writer from Philadelphia, thank you for visiting. more..

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