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Waiting for You

September 26, 2005

You told me it would only be a while,
So I waited for you by the window
As the people on the streets continued with their busy lives,
Swearing, or at least wishing that one of them were you.

At night, the neon signs lit the busy streets with a familiar comfort.
I often imagined us being those lights, buzzing high above the streets as we shone our hearts through the night.

When the morning came, I would reach over to your side of the bed, Hoping to be greeted with the warmth of your body.

Still empty.

The seasons changed,
Summer burned with passion, making me restless and hot.
Autumn exploded with color, my mind growing wilder in anticipation of your arrival.
Winter, with its calm white blankets of snow, brought me comfort and peace.
And spring, the season of love, bloomed around me, like the flowers that once adorned our home.

Memories of your figure began to fade with each season,
Replaced by anger and unrest through the night.

Was there someone else?
Was it because of me?
I don’t know.

Maybe you will return one day,
Maybe even tonight.
Or maybe…no.

You begin to fade…slowly…surely…till you become an empty vessel of nothingness.
Just a memory of forgotten dreams.

And tonight, I go to sleep once more, With the gentle buzzing of the neon lights,
And my thoughts of the love we once shared.

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  5. June 8, 2010 4:18 AM

    "…the neon signs lit the busy streets with a familiar comfort.I often imagined us…" walking hand-in-hand taking an evening stroll and in our comfortable 'silence' communicating much more the thundering shouts around us.

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