piada

piada

A Poem by kreativ_skribe

While we sat at Piada the other day, you told me about your day at work.

And the thought popped into my head,

I could listen to this man tell me about his day at work every day for the rest of my life.

I know I made a face, stared at you differently, and smiled.

You stopped and asked me, “What?”

And I said, “Nothing”

© 2019 kreativ_skribe


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Added on April 4, 2019
Last Updated on April 4, 2019