Susan Lacovara

(1963 / New York)

I, Wishful Waited...


Half over, this life
that keeps me tied
to schoolgirl dreams...
the white fence,
where the crocus pops up
to end winter's long sleep
The first dance, the endless kiss
on a beach, on a balcony,
in the woods, at Christmastime...
Dinner at six, newspaper unfolded,
wine, flowers in our anniversary vase
Firelight and golden years
spreading, to fill our tiny warm room
But you never showed up
To secure the dream
And I spent a lifetime...
Waiting.....
For the wait
to be over....

Submitted: Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 07, 2013

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(11/06/13) much like Eleanor Rigby...and All The Lonely People....where do they all come from...where do they all belong... dusting off a PEACE Of My Heart.

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