Waiting... - Poem by Trissy Thompson
As long as the birds take flight
As winter settles in.
As soon as the love of a family blossoms
Before the setting sun.
While children play and scream
I sit upon the roof and gaze through the night.
What am I waiting for?
The stars? ...
But you will never come, will you?
He is your life now.
A discarded friend.
No longer useful.
Ah, but you will come someday.
When he leaves, you will come running back.
Just like every other time.
But, this time.
I won't be waiting.
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