On Hold
I have been waiting without knowing,
my breath curled like a child
in the wardrobe of my lungs.
I have been waiting,
my hands resting idly on doorknobs, windowsills,
on the blankets of a bed still made,
staring at the bright, young globe of the sun,
staring without hope.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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