Waiting for what is right

Is lonely

Not going where you might
And watching you go
Is so hard

Sitting in rooms
While love holds the hallways
My love making
Drops fall on fingers

So difficult to doubt
Uncertain suspicions
Of better ahead
Lead to grief

Mourning the un-makeable match

More than words was needed
And none were spoken
All was held
Back where you are

A retreating figure
Or rather
My fading past

It wasn’t to be
That’s easy
But so many now

So many times of almost
But not quite

Why am I liking it
Enough to live it
Again and again and again and again

What have I got to learn
To leave this cycle
In my wake?


March 2010 – Braziers Park, UK


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