waiting

Dishes are done and I’m undone… waiting.
The air conditioner kicks on; it’s colder alone.
Me — a flapping, purposeless piece
without you.
I’m not frustrated or discouraged
because I can’t afford to misuse my time
on the phone with you.
I can’t afford to misuse my moments
in your sight — a smile —
in your arms.
They mean everything, and they connect
the two pieces that were never two —
only lonely
in the waiting…

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    • Anonymous
    • October 25th, 2005

    Not yet found or old and musty?

    Becoming new or fading glory?

    • c.l.beyer
    • October 25th, 2005

    None of the above.
    Committed.

    (“two pieces that were never two”)

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