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waiting to see you again
i sit alone and wait to see you again,
eyes weary from my vigil.
neighbors' rustling reminds me
of the world passing by,
but nothing distracts me
from the prison of thought.
in my mind i am lonely,
in the crowd even lonelier.
but the color i see
in this stale black & white
is that of your eyes
miles away from me,
the blue sky under which
i stretch and dream.
and in that blue i am held.
until the dawn i will wait
and strike matches to keep me warm,
and curse them when their fires die,
because they are not you.
Copyright ©
Tony Knox
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