Waiting
For the
Phone to
Ring
Waiting
For the
Night
To fall
Waiting
Here for
You to
Come
Waiting
Always
Waiting
Staring
Into open
Air hoping
But
Here I
Sit
Alone
Quiet and
Uncontrolled
Here I
Am for
You but
Not here
Now and
Spiraling
Into me
Myself
Swallowing
Waiting
And it hurts
Like a
Knife in
My gut
But waiting
Anyway
The tears
Don't fall
Yet but
I'm
Waiting
J. M. Gray ©2003
For the
Phone to
Ring
Waiting
For the
Night
To fall
Waiting
Here for
You to
Come
Waiting
Always
Waiting
Staring
Into open
Air hoping
But
Here I
Sit
Alone
Quiet and
Uncontrolled
Here I
Am for
You but
Not here
Now and
Spiraling
Into me
Myself
Swallowing
Waiting
And it hurts
Like a
Knife in
My gut
But waiting
Anyway
The tears
Don't fall
Yet but
I'm
Waiting
J. M. Gray ©2003
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