Q u i d a m

When there's no one

Gazing at the same sky,
No wait; it's not blue all time,
sometimes purple, sometimes
in the shade of crimson red.

Wandering alone in the park,
It's the same for me, when the
child began to weep; getting rejected
to have one more in the swing.

Or even when the old grandpa
always comes to stroll; sometimes
gossiping about the rotting politics
with his fellows, it's always the same.

And my life; still on standstill
It's not like, it doesn't go without
motion, yet having no one around
to share; what's it look like to care?

Patching the same old rusted jacket,
I didn't know, I still have someone to
call mine, even if we're metre's afar
but he's always watching me keenly.

Until that one day, when he showed up at my step, with an innocent baby
face; looking for a shield disguise in
home, he'd already own my heart.

It's been months now, we stroll in the
park, when he sees something jolly
he barks; and that's how he shows
enjoyment, with different candies.

I'd no one to share my tears,
for jumping in joy, to share habitant,
I have my charlie for better & worse,
I know, we'll get along.

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'777 charlie', I don't know if it doesn't ring any bell, what will?