Tuesday, July 7, 2020

The Hour is Late

I'm waiting up again.

The hour is late.

How this feels so familiar. I've done it more than once.

Waiting
            Wondering
                             Wishing

Ah, well. No use. The hour is late. All I'm doing is making me tired. And waiting? For what?

You.



I'm waiting for you.




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