Wednesday, June 23, 2010

My mornings are mine no longer

I write at night--
When I'm tired and worn
Because I'm more tired
Early in the morn.
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You notice me not because you are looking
But because you happen to glance and see me there.
You speak to me not because you are yearning
But because I called out to you and you were there.
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I read and read.
I'm searching for You.
I call out to You.
I implore You.
And everyday
Its all the same.
No change.
Not yet.

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