Longing
Presently, I await
a knock upon my door,
a rapping on my window,
a smile,
and nothing more.
I prepared
for years,
and learned how to relate,
but as I found my voice,
you just walked away.
Was it something that I said,
or simply who I am?
Whatever the reason,
I won’t feel
like this again.
Copyright © Jacob Welch | Year Posted 2015
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