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May 2019
I waited for you -
down by the Woodbine
house on Kendrick Avenue.
I must've told myselfย 
a thousand times
that, when you arrive,
I'd be just fine -
sitting on the stoop
collecting thoughts
like puddles of rain.

Occassionally, a car
would pass, thrashing
through the puddles
slashed interrupting my
hopeful mind with violent

I waited for you -
denying every reasonable
thought and holding on
to my childish dreams.

I'm still waiting for you -
Though hope has long
become desperate denial.

I'll wait for you..
A poem for perseverance
JA Perkins
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JA Perkins  32/M/Right here
(32/M/Right here)   
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