I waited–a poem

I Waited


I waited.


Doors are such funny things,

taken for granted,

providing a simple service.


I waited.


Their importance grows, if

one’s other side

is where we wish to be,

or is where

the one we want to be with is.


I waited.


But we really don’t notice them

until we have to watch one,

watch for it to open and

deliver that certain someone.


I waited.


I watched for you.

You didn’t show.


I waited.


I watched that door.

It didn’t open.


I waited.


I didn’t watch the door.

It opened.

I looked.

It wasn’t you.


I waited.

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