the wait
time passes
the hurt hurts
i suspect it always will
i walk to annie's
walk up the stairs knock
annie has a routine
homemade soup bread
conversation
music
make love
not necessarily in that order
on this night
she says are you afraid
i am a bit
for another was here before me
minutes ago
i saw her leave
and i waited
but i could wait only so long
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2022-05-09 at 00:17



