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

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2022-05-09 at 00:17

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