My Wait Begins Again
I turn my collar up against the wind,
and place my eyes along the skyline
Hoping in the twilight for some sign of you
—a colder truth I’ve never known
I pull my jacket tight across my chest
and watch the waves crash upon your shadow
Knowing the tide is like your receding heart
—washing my footsteps from the sand
The sun has now gone, the moon in flight,
and my hopes rise o’er the waves
My collar frozen, my soul on fire
—as my wait begins again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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