Sitting and Waiting


Sitting and waiting among the spiders and green,
eyes glinting gold in the mid-morning sun.

I am a rational being,
I am part of this Earth.

I'm sad, though I'm hardly ever alone.
I cry, for I miss your imaginary touch.

I gasp and convulse in the numbness of time.

I hope one day soon we'll find each other.

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