Saturday, February 21, 2009

Last two leaves fall

I gaze out into the wind and harsh weather,
anticipating the moment of your arrival.
I've done nothing more and nothing less
since you caved in and walked away.
Inside this place, I gave you warmth and shelter.
I never asked for nor recieved anything in return.
Motions or hints of care would've been helpful.
But no signs of repayment are in my future.
The anticipation would have weakened me,
but i stopped waiting shortly after
our adventure into this dark season.

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