She sits alone in the dark
waiting for her lover~
waiting for her arms to be his first choice of refuge
waiting for the love in her to be all he desires
waiting for his need for her to be greater than his need for the familiar

She sits alone in the dark
crying for her lover~
crying for a little boy who never mattered
crying for a youth who was never enough
crying for a man who never seems to cry for her

She sits alone in the dark
praying for her lover~
praying for his wounds to heal so he no longer hurts
praying for his pain to be soothed so he no longer fears
praying for his heart to mend so he can love her the way she needs to be loved

She sits alone in the dark
waiting for her lover~
who never comes...

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2000 �Iris Laureate-all poetry copywrighted
1999 � Sites by Starr
Came to read poetry