It's been a long day
One I wait for each year in hope of something new,
waiting -- as if -- on the edge...
Willing to fling myself away from this branch of life
into the limits of endlessness.
It's been different this time.
This Time that I keep counting
on the little rivulets of my palms...
It's been different -- not in a bad way.
So I'm not complaining.
Merely left wondering
Will I be here this time next year --
Gazing at you, being loved unconditionally?
Or will I be tossed aside -- for something new.
Waiting...will it ever end?
One I wait for each year in hope of something new,
waiting -- as if -- on the edge...
Willing to fling myself away from this branch of life
into the limits of endlessness.
It's been different this time.
This Time that I keep counting
on the little rivulets of my palms...
It's been different -- not in a bad way.
So I'm not complaining.
Merely left wondering
Will I be here this time next year --
Gazing at you, being loved unconditionally?
Or will I be tossed aside -- for something new.
Waiting...will it ever end?
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