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I waited for you
tonight
and thought
happiness
would visit me
disguised.
I surfed
in words of love,
plunged in pain
of the saddest day
survived -
that could have
been a day of joy
otherwise.
The thoughts
of separation
and
hushed anticipation
wrote a sentence
I could
only acknowledge
as confusion.
Love came
in a wave,
but you went away
to return
only when
I had wound up
my passion
in strings
of hesitation.
Somehow,
the pouring words
were able to dip
in your thought
and borrow
some poetry of love
to save this day.
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