I waited for you -
down by the Woodbine
house on Kendrick Avenue.
I must've told myself
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
doubt...
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..
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
I waited for you -
down by the Woodbine
house on Kendrick Avenue.
I must've told myself
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
doubt...
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..
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