In the early beginning
Of day I await words that
Will either bring sorrowful
Relief of the end or gladness
Rebounding to new life
Expectations waver to both
Sitting on the emotional fence
Is wearing me out and I must
Remember your position
How inexperience causes
Turmoil confusion strife
For yourself and us
Forcing patience on my part
To stretch to the limit
Realizing whats at stake here
To wonder about how a future
Without you will be possible
For you have already gone
Away and like a physical ghost
You haunt my longing memory
With grasping tendencies
To stay connected which
I always say yes to, so how
Will we respond now that we've
Come to yet another turn?
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