I know I will never see her again
even though each fall,
I wait and watch
counting all the days that had passed
since last time I did
clinging to old photos
and with a rare gift new
as if that is who she is
and always will be
I wait and watch the
seasons change
as years pass
a life wrapped in
mothballs
and as a greater poet than I once said
months that feel like centuries
and I still wait
knowing
she will never come
counting it off on my fingers and toes
still I know
wearing out my life
waiting and wondering
and if I should pass
clinging to eternity
feeling no loss because
she is always really with me
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