I have toiled months

waiting for that day

when your arms would

wrap around mine

I’m counting the stars

diving into the pit of misery

the coldness of the night is incomparable

I dream of our future together

Irreparable as it may seem

Tomorrow again, I’ll stand by the ingress

To open the door at your first knock

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 9/20/03

Everyday I pray for Dec. to come now.

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Ernest Bevans's picture

Beautiful. Another Lola moment.