By Jane Rain
Date: 2013 Mar 30
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I fell asleep watching my phone
waiting for any sign of life from him.
These kind of nites are agonizing;
not knowing when I'll hear where we stand.
To take it all back would be bliss.
To do it differently would heal the
self-inflicted wounds to my heart.
But you won't talk to me
let alone listen.
All I can do is cry tears
you'll never wipe away
and write things
you'll never read.
So I'll just wait.
I've gotten pretty good at that anyway.