Waiting, Always Waiting

Sweet Emptiness,

A welcomed contradiction of fullness.

But still the senses are dismayed at the longing, and

The heart is made sad by the absence.

It asks, where is the sunshine, the warmth, the passion?

No answer comes as it lays sleeping, dormant, alone and waiting.

Waiting, waiting,

Always waiting…

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