I evoke a warm hand upon my shoulder.
A gentle kiss may eases the trembles of my lips.
Laughter replaced by envy.
Through anger, it is he who now summons.
I stand, a stranger to the one that stands beside me.
My presence now felt, I can no longer leave.
I will wait with you, when all patience exhausted.
When all fears have been slaughtered.
I can no longer be seen, however I am here.
Sheltered by your man made tears.
A creative writer, now made a sinner.
I will wait with you, I will sit with you, as you write.