Natalie Jamokha

Waiting Strangers - Poem by Natalie Jamokha

I stand here waiting,
for you to come.
I wait and I wait
but I know I should run.

My minutes turn in to hours,
my hours to days.
I stand here waiting,
for you to come.

Oh my life I have wasted.
my minutes and years.
I stood here waiting,
for you to come.

I shrink now,
as people pass me by.
I slump to the floor, waiting
for you to come.

They pass my grave,
they shake their heads.
she waited, they say,
for him to come.

I did not see him,
nor he me.
but waited we did,
for us to come.

He stood,
across the street.
and waited,
for me to come.

Two strangers, we waited.
two lovers, we died.
just waiting,
for love to come.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 21, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, March 21, 2005

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