If only
I could tell you
that I was really waiting
for you
or wave my hands
and smile to you
or say hello
and hold your hands
and send the warmth
that you have sent
but, your sight
made me tight
and I kept quiet
weighing at heart
the inhibiting interiors
dont understand
my aching exteriors....
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