| POETry |
| Illusion |
| hour by hour i wait for you-- sometimes i even pretend to see you arriving but you never come but i still wait hoping that maybe someday you'll change your mind and come |
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| at which time i'd be ready because i always wait... in the spring i sit by the window and watch the children play in the yard sometimes i smile at them because i know they belong to US which is a beautiful thing... in the fall i sit in the kitchen because it's warmer not warmer than you but it's you that i am waiting for -- |
| at night i crawl into my empty bed feeling your space which has never been occupied anymore... i...which am lonely for US -- wish that you would come back home to me and our children for the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer as our daughters are hoping that maybe someday you'll come back soon because you give better back rides than i... in the morning i want to see the sun and wait for friday night because you always come home on fridays maybe this time you'll stay besides... it's where you belong -- Copyright 1994 by Robin Byrd |
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