You’re late
You’re always late
Thirty minutes pass by
Before I spot you bounding through the front door.
You see me right away
Without waiting to be greeted by a server
You make your way over pulling off your hat and scarf as you walk
As I watch
I am struck again by your beauty
Which is offhanded and accidental
With your tousled hair and laid-back style.
Yours is a beauty stripped of self-regard
And when we hug hello
I hear you make the sound I have come to love
A little sigh of happiness
And all my irritation simply drains away.
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Poet- Robert A Cozzi
Robert Cozzi is an international award-winning poet, featured three times over in The World Poetry Movement’s publications, including “The Best Poems and Poets of 2011”. Robert grew up in Westfield, New Jersey, and has written five books to date, and “kaleidoscope of colors” is his latest.
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