Love Be Patient

By B. Egan   

I whispered softly.
"Love? Where are you going?"
I said sweetly,
As love did not respond.
"Love? Will you come back?"
Perhaps just getting a glass of water?
Love at 2:22 in the morning.
Love in my lavender shampoo.
Love in every inhale.
Love in the dark.
"Love? Its late."
"Love? Stay."
"Love? Say something."
However, love remained voiceless.
The only sound being footsteps.
Until love was so far away,
That that sound left too.

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