I was young
He stood still
We talked about fear
On my doorstep
Literally
I was waiting
He was talking
We were growing
He was moving
I was vulnerable
He was firm
We shared and laughed
His words have stuck
Time has passed
In no time at all
I know I'm still waiting
Unfortunate fool
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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