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A Seat At Your Table

The time,
It passes,
It does funny things,
But it doesn't make me want you any less.

I adore you,
But I can't see you,
Until I try and forget you,
And then the cycle starts again.

I sit down and talk to you,
We chat like the best of friends,
A natural only bettered by the forest,
And I'm scared to harm it.

You told me once,
That it wasn't the right time,
I didn't want to lose the thought of you,
So I sit and wait to give me the okay.

Time in between,
Can be long and far apart,
Every time we meet,
Seems like the first time repeated.

I want to try,
Try to have a second time,
Where we don't have to catch up,
And just continue on.

I don't know if you're trying to get closer,
I don't know if you're trying to see each other,
I don't know what's goin' on,
But when I know...

When I know...
I will make you feel wanted,
Make you feel needed,
Make you feel safe.

I want to support,
Your dreams,
Your desires,
And your cares.

I want the thoughts of uncertainty,
To disappear,
To vanish,
To be cleaned away from doubt.

Comments

ozymandiaz said…
I had seen your other sites before but did not know you expressed yourself poeticaly. Very nice. Mayhaps i could add you to my poetry blogroll?

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