Paulelmo's Blog

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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