Two Months and Waiting

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i look out the window,
strum my fingers on the sill.
i tap my foot,
i cross my legs,
and then uncross them.
a bark in the distance,
the monster of time ticks slow.
in the black i wait...
i know he'll be here soon.
it's been more than two months,
the war tears us apart.
the door slams,
steps pad their way to me,
and i call anxiously,
"Daddy?"
the dog scurries to my lap.
so i return to my wait-
someday he'll come home.





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