[The waiting...]



		The waiting It is turmoil Unlike any I wait for calm Calm waits for me I am alarmed But I wait in silence For my silence is my calm April 7, 1999

	I wrote this poem the same night as [I see your pain...] This poem is me waiting for Nile to call. We weren't sure if his car was going to make it home. He said he would call when he reached home. I waited for quite a while thinking that he had been stranded. He finally did call. He arrived home without problems, lounged around and watched TV, and then remembered to call me. What a guy. (Did you hear the sarcasm?)

*jenny says* *take me there* shoulda coulda woulda you don't say snapshot *~~home~~*

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