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By wistful Date: 2001 Aug 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.26.11.01.7367]] |
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I've hoarded nice things that he's said Like the rarest treasured gems. Excused his lapses of attention To stress and work and needy friends. Blamed his recent, bitter break For making his heart unassailable. Trusted his vows of fidelity (Though he peruses what's available). For that chance for warming laughter, Comfort's touch and gentle kiss. For a sometimes thrill of passion, Undulating waves of bliss. But as the waves become less frequent And the pain and fear increase, As doubt buffets faith and patience And lacking even sleep's release, I toss and turn in anxious silence, Unclear of our current state. As I wait for his attentions, tell me: Is he really worth the wait? |