Where the darkness rests its hat,
behind the light dimmed by time.
We shared a view of life together,
blinded to the darkness around us,
neglecting the shelf life of memory.
Expiry dates listed to read,
letting our love guide and lead.
That is where I am waiting.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2025 14:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I wait hours and she never shows up.
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Comments2
A sense of loss and longing pervades this poem and extends a hand of hope in waiting. Lovely
A sense of someone still hoping but are just left waiting, nicely expressed
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