I am sitting and waiting…
for what I’m not sure.
A call, a reason, a rhyme?
Maybe all I need is a cure.

A cure for my broken heart;
a cure for my broken soul.
A cure for my resteless mind
that holds you so close.

The moon waxes and wanes
and still I am waiting for you.
I offer my everything and all;
but no answer still from you.

The chill grabs my skin
as I suddenly realize
that you are all I miss
and I am of no consequence.


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