Answers
to your questions
rapidly flow
out of my eyes.

The hardest ones
to shed
are the ones
that we shed
alone.

and
the most difficult
ones to wipe
are the ones
you wipe
yourself

Yet,
I wipe
And try
to live
but
death seems easier.

Present
fades from reality.
Time stops
and
reasons evade me.

Each sob
wants happiness
but the dream
remains as it is.

Wet
but eager eyes
wait
for your presence
and soft touch.

Waiting
has become
like breathing.

In agony
I wait
and wait
and wait…

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