The parking ticket machine

Across a fine sandy wide field
Solitary, a traveller fixed
I look at you as you appear
Out of my window
Orangely black, contrast the gravel

You remind me of me
So, I look at you as you appear
Out of my window

I sometimes fancy, you were a person
A person who waits for me, a person who came for me
I  sometimes wish, you were a time machine
That I’m your discovery

Pushing away the curtains faintly, seasons transcending
You still are the same
You remind me of me
Solitary, a traveller fixed
Now, I just want to embrace you
But I shut the curtains

Through the shadows
You seem like a person

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