unsent draft messages

I’ll be waiting by the bus stop
Come find me if you can
Opposite the gift shop
Come find the lonely man

It’s Wednesday night once again
And that means date night you see
I’ll be waiting for my best friend
Look for me by our tree

The one on which we carved our names
Down by the waters edge
Where we once danced unashamed
Where you fell in to my arms outstretched

I’ll be holding autumnal flowers
As the summer has drifted away
Come soon though, it’s been 8thousand hours
And my beard grows greyer by the day

Buzz me in, I’ll be outside your gate
With two rollies in my pocket
It’s cold out here and getting late
And all I have left, is your picture in my wallet