Lost


I sit and wait to be enfolded
I lie still and hold my heart
I don't reach, don't touch, don't hold another
Only in my dreams.
I don't hope, don't look, don't long for
Only when unseen.
Yes, I sit and wait and wonder
Believing illusions, rejecting truth
And soon the rhythm
Echoes, fades, dies.

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