Waiting.

It started at single digits,

She was busy,

Stretching dimes,

On the grind,

Ignoring herself.

I had time:

Youth’s gift.

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There was someone else,

Anyone else,

They had needs,

She made time

To tend to them.

So I asked again…

‘Busy, another moment please.’

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Now I am an old maid.

I kept waiting,

Pacing,

Even with new humans

Coming in, then out my life.

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They too were busy.

They have wonderful lives,

Many places to be,

Things to enjoy,

Just rewards!

Even others with which to share it all…

…………………

Still, here I sit alone,

Wondering where I will find home,

Ya know that place

Where time is more than spare,

And love doesn’t require begging

Or war made,

As listening happens voluntarily,

Valued innately:

No evidence needed for validity.