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On the couch, I sat,
and ticked away time.
I looked at the tall, wide Grandfather-Clock,
waiting for that knock, but it never came.
I checked my makeup,
sprayed my hair,
smiled in the mirror,
and pictured you saying
those sweet words,
like I would stay to you.
I tugged on my shirt,
pulled up my jeans,
messed with my nails,
maybe you would ring the bell?..
But I heard no such thing.
I listened out for
your footsteps
walking up the worn out
porch stairs,
but all I heard was the laughter
of the neighborhood children
and the cars zooming past my place,
As the sun started to fall,
so did my stomach,
I never even got a call..
I cried on that couch, but only for a moment,
I dried my eyes, and looked at
the tall wide grandfather clock,
waiting for that knock,
but it never came.



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