Late
Late
You came late –
You come late every time.
I get old
With each minute that goes.
Though distractions seem easy to find –
There are no good distractions from love.
You came late –
You come late every time.
Tortured waiting has become my home.
Though distractions seem easy to find –
I can’t run from this pain that still grows
…
Copyright © Domi Marchewka | Year Posted 2009
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