The Wait
The wait
Now going to be over
No more doubts
Which once would hover
The 'will she' 'won't she'
Has finally ended
It was covid
Making me bear
These pangs of separation
Had never imagined
Me showing such desperation
For any woman
Finally the door bell rings
Undoubtedly it brings
All those happy memories
Of the very recent past
In she glides
A saviour of my plight
I gratefully hand her
Mop, bucket and broom- all three
After all 'Men are born free'.
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