Still Waiting
Saturday nights I sit alone in our parlor
Fireplace roaring, cracklin' pine logs, waiting,
you will return
I do believe.
You said spirits come and go whenever they please--
Never told me exactly when or where--
From the haunting look in your soft brown eyes
I knew it might be a long, long time until then.
I realize now days, weeks, years...
go on forever, do they not?
I continue
to believe you.
[Fragmented Verse form used in this poem was invented by Constance La France.]
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