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What are you waiting for?
Loneliness sinks in, like the cold steel butter knife,
It meets no resistance as it slices my heart.
The dull pain returns, as persistent as ever,
a consistent reminder that we are apart.
A once sought treasure,
No more your endeavor,
The thick layers of dust hide the once golden gleam,
Though once filled with passion,
And love sweetly fashioned,
Heart of gold buried, neglected, unseen.
Is someone still searching,
For something not working?
It sinks deeper still in the bog of the day.
Stagnant, rejected, forgotten, neglected,
Surrounded in darkness will it soon decay?
Who would conceive that it could be retrieved?
Corrosive memories washed away.
Some call it dreaming,
Hardly believing
There’s anyone who could come and save the day.
By: Foxy Wife 3/1/10
