My life stands over a delicate balance.
One moment he is here and my world is full.
Then the next moment he is gone and I am left alone.
In the silent hum of the room. Waiting till the next time.
I do not know where he keeps his clothes or his heart.
Yet still I wait. To love like I've never loved another.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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