Until I lay eyes and hands and
Lips
On him again.
I wonder at this patience I know
I wasn't born with
That doesn't seem quite natural
And doesn't seem foreign either.
It just is
The part of my heart that
Simmers
On low heat
Could wait forever
For him
Would wait
I wonder if I'm counting stars
In a clear sky
During the day
From indoors
I wonder if he has forgotten me.
I hope he hasn't forgotten me.
I pray he will never forget about me.
Because
If he does
Then this simmer will be endless
A loop de loop of infinite grace
A piece of myself
Always awaiting
Him.
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