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Sitting next to him.
Leaning on his arm.
Holding so lovingly.
Waiting for that charm.
What drew her in.
What made her smile.
What always helped her
And made him worth while.
There was a time
It was returned.
The love she had,
His also burned.
They loved each other.
They confided within.
They shared many things.
Even together they had been.
But something changed.
He grew out of her.
He no longer returned
What she tried to transfer.
She still held on.
But he never replied
When she called.
A little bit she died.
Many months went on.
Then a random message came.
It was from him
And restarted the flame.
So much to say.
So much to chance.
So much on the line
For another romance.
Then days went by.
Again he never called.
She still waited
Her heart bawled.
Waiting for that charm.
Holding so lovingly.
Leaning on his arm.
Sitting next to him.
Inspired by: / Dedicated to: Gerald Everett Lindberg III
Created on: July 1, 2008 – 0521
