By wistful
Date: 2002 Mar 24
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The Weight of Waiting

Anxious demons plague my mind
Picking at the corners of my calm
Fraying the edges of reason.

They whisper wildly through the night
"what if he loves her still?
And you were nothing more than a moment
to distract him, while she did the same?"

And now you sit in rapt attention
Reviewing together,
each pain and pleasure you shared
To reconfirm the outcome,
and come out the other side.
Yet I fear it reconnects instead.

And here I sit, wrapped in tension,
Awaiting my fate to be delivered
From the hands of my love and my rival.

And I have no power to control the result.
And I have no power to rein in my heart.

I can only wait.
And hope.
Hurry, my love.

I am being crushed by the weight of waiting.