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Poem — Waiting

Waiting

(A Villanelle)

 

 

When he broke down he re-assembled as brandnew,

Waiting this time on the outside of her door;

Waiting to tell her of all he’d been through.

He stared across the park to a crowded avenue,

Choking compulsions to settle the score.

When he broke down he re-assembled as brandnew.

It was August when the smoke of a distant barbecue

Brought memories of childhood and strength to endure.

Waiting to tell her of all he’d been through.

How could words convey all that he knew:

Barred windows, night demons, an unpadded floor?

When he broke down he re-assembled as brandnew,

Loosening the laces. He removed only one shoe.

The blade wasn’t long – only meant to reassure.

Waiting to tell her of all he’d been through.

The scars in his chambers were throbbing – still sore.

A tune in his head – the same as before.

When he broke down he re-assembled as brandnew,

Waiting to tell her of all he’d been through.

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About Amirh

Ever-evolving spirit moving about via body. I'm a writer and a an ever-evolving spirit in service of animals through my blog and Buddhist and Reiki practices. My blogs: AllCreaturesLargeAndSmall.wordpress.com. and AmirhBahati.wordpress.com. For more about me: https://amirhbahati.wordpress.com/about/

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