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if only he could wait…

then sitting in the dark,

with tear streaks reminiscent on my face

wouldn’t be of consequence.

Leaving my heart at the door,

he quickly stepped away

couldn’t stop to hear my cry,

couldn’t stop to hear my plea for him to stay.

And in the comfort of this darkness,

I no longer weep for what is lost.

Acceptance bears true when

facts are faced and decisions were made.

In high regard, I held him close,

strong-hold on his heart I was sure,

sure he wouldn’t leave; sure that he’d wait.

If only he could have waited,

then I wouldn’t be sitting in the dark.

Tear streaks reminiscent on my face.