The Wait
Waiting for my love, but can not wait much longer. My love passes as night to day...
Time Clicks as I await
The hour ends before my take
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes
The day grows old as night passes
Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating
Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing
Silence begins the day
as morning comes without notice
Tears begin to fall, slowly
The day moves on without hope
Wishing to be what is not to be
The sun moves to its peak
without a whisper or retreat
Time moving, but still empty
Stomach aching, curling
Still waiting
Break up poems
The hour ends before my take
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes
The day grows old as night passes
Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating
Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing
Silence begins the day
as morning comes without notice
Tears begin to fall, slowly
The day moves on without hope
Wishing to be what is not to be
The sun moves to its peak
without a whisper or retreat
Time moving, but still empty
Stomach aching, curling
Still waiting
Break up poems
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