The long awaited arrival

June 22, 2009
I sit and wait for your arrival,

long and excruciatingly so. I

ponder in my solitude, maybe

you will not show.

I sit on the edge of this pier,

I pound my fist on the

wood, how I long to be

in your presence if only I

could. My wait becomes longer,

as minute turns to hours, hours

turns to days. I sit here with no company,

only the sun's rays.

Anxiousness fills my mind, as tears

fill my eyes, the longer I cannot find you,

my spirit slowly dies.

But I dig deep, and I find strength.

Strengh for me to be, Becouse my

future, my exsistance does not depend

on you, it depends on me.

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