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.

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.

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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