Waiting








What is it
that you call love
I mean,the special kind
that only two share
close,..forever
I have never felt it
never
though I reach out
no-one reaches back
and I stand here
alone
in shadows
forgotten by something
I do not understand
a stranger
to that love
even a small fraction
an innocent bystander
watching
and waiting
for it is all
I can do








by: Karen Damon 1985





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