for the waiting to end

and the raindrop-endlessness

of minutes trickling to hours

that flow to this river of days

i watch it flow past me

waiting, I'm anchored right here

hoping you'll find me

one more day and no word

and I think that my thoughts

still spend way too much time

out there, somewhere with you

and I won't leave here until then,

time passes time with me, waiting

for a word, or for you...


© Jon Bohrn (1998)



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