Relatively Speaking
sitting on this old chair
waiting...
choked with despair
I hold onto
that one thing..
Was it care?
Im holding the breath of this cold air..
freeze that moment,
still that gasp
as I ask...
if I dare
tentatively...gently...
are you there?
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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