Poems from AngieNiks
I was sitting in the trolley car
to get to my terminal at the London airport
when a man stood near me.
He looked in his late 20’s,
An...
You left
At the end of the
Pathway outside
The house.
I’m not even
Sure if it was for me,
Or even from you.
But I’d like to think...
What is time anyway?
I remember being at this very place
2 other times; the small fountain
Near the trolley station.
It’s a public place,...