Jacob Bradshaw

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Waiting - Poem by Jacob Bradshaw

She sits, watching, waiting,
He sits, wanting to be there,
She thinks of him, a smile flitting across her face,
He thinks of her, a twinkle affixes itself in his eyes,
Her heart is wounded; it sits open and bleeding,
His heart is wounded; it sits hardened and cold,
She shivers, wishing for the warmth of his hug,
He shivers, remembering the smell of her hair,
They sit, waiting for the day that they can be together,
They think, hoping with all their beings,
Their hearts are wounded, needing the repair of a soul mate,
They shiver, overcome with anticipation,
They are separated, but never truly apart.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006



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