I waited, and I waited until I was
still waiting to wait -
of what - ? - I know I loved her
more than this,
more than I waited until I was
but a whisper "Wait"
For in language for words lost -
but the hearth
which beat us into a rhytm -
I would not wait
if not for the years I spent
writing "I miss you so"
For I wrote for writings until
I ran out of words
but never was there a reply
for all which was,
was writ in a waiting room,
to be with her again.
Still i'm waiting to wait until
I have used up
all of the alphabets and letters
to say "I loved you"
in so many strange ways
of our intonations.
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