What I do not say
Is that my love gets no sleep
Although I am tired
It does not tire
It stays up, watching the clock
Counting the hours, the days, the mounding months
Watching for the doorknob to turn
Have you walk back in
Forgetting, forgiving the day you walked out
Rubbing the salty tears from my eyes
And smiling, again, knowing
You were worth the wait
And the weight I carried
Staying awake
Awaiting our love
To recognize and finalize
It's way back
that elusive animal called love how do we encourage it to hang around?
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Delightfully bittersweet... Chasing the elusive, finding the secretive and holding a raging tempest in one's hands