It was dark, I glanced out of the window and saw him,
Tall with dark hair, a sweatshirt soaked from the falling rain.
Why was he out there, by a tree he stood watching the rain fall,?
Clouds of many, darkness was everywhere, he stood drenched.
I wasn’t going to open the door as I was curious but a little scared,
Was I mean for not showing care, He was a stranger, why was he there.?
Standing In the rain, where did he come from, what was his name,?
Good or bad, I did not care, I walked away and left him standing In the rain.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
It was me. I stood there, watching, waiting. An answer unanswered. I stood there in the rain, waiting. Where were you? Where are you? I meant you no harm. I was cold and lonely.
Thanks for reading and for your thoughts
On Sun, Mar 1, 2015 at 9:23 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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