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we have yet to meet

but still I see you

we have yet to speak

but still I hear you

we have yet to touch

but still I feel you near

where is the center

our middle ground

the point of no return

why do these continuous thoughts

of you in my mind seem to burn

why does my step seem so much lighter

why are my nights endless yet my days

brighter

one day I know my love will reach out

and make his claim

this I know as sure as my very own name

so, I wait

I can almost feel my fate

I can fee the change coming to head

almost like when you're in a hurry

the light turns red

waiting!

what an unfortunate state

yet left alone to my own devices

still, I choose to wait.........

(written Jan.16,1990 3am)