By Star of David
Date: 2017 Jan 24
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love left, II

what do you do
when love

like leaves falling from a tree
all too suddenly and all too slow
and you are


the station is an empty echo
the train is gone
the dust motes dance no more

left, behind
left, remnant
left, not right
it is never right
but it is

it is what it is

you wait
you wait it out
your waiting
is not waiting
it is not waiting for

you wait in silence, in stillness
the blood roars in your ears
heartbeats hoof-beats in the dust

you will not leave