Her ivory tower crumbles,
As the pedistal
I placed her on
Falls...
In this,
The twilight of my life,
After wanting, and waiting
For Her,
Most of my life,
I mourn my fondest dream...
Her reality
Is a Nightmare!
…And sadly,
I have been 'Waiting for Godot'....
-Sinclair-
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