Waiting for Her
The words are hiding, and I cannot think.
The page sits empty, gloating, clean and smug.
It knows when I have trouble, and the words
will not behave, all playing endless games
of hide and seek. They hide behind as I turn
to look out through the window, see a day
go slipping past me, while I wait for she
who brings the words to come here back from where
she goes whenever she feels I don't pay
her the great respect and the attention
she obviously craves and so deserves.
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