Yellow

I waited by the railroad by the garden by the big yellow house.
I waited, you came, we talked, we played,
in our adult-like ways.
The color caught your eye,
the yellow leaves, the yellow house, my yellow blouse.
I’d say our goodbyes
because I never wanted to hear you say yours.
And I would wait for you again
by the railroad by the garden by the big yellow house.
I always waited for the day I would wait forever,
but that day never came.
Instead it was I, who left you standing alone by the railroad
wanting, waiting to see the yellow leaves, the yellow house, my yellow blouse.

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