Once,
I threw a letter to the wind.
Hoping for it’s return I waited for what seemed like years.
But these years were days and minutes were hours
While all time just faded into one another.

The clocked ticked and my weathered skin still waited for response.
Dust collected and youth eventually rejected us
While the weather poured and yes,
I still waited patiently.
For a single glimpse of stationary that never came.

Some days the wind would whisper
While I wore my way, both soles, I should say,
Into the boards that formed the cherrywood floor.
Yet here I waited.
more.

Today my veins show through this thinning skin,
And the rain of this lifetime has more than washed away my sin.
The post has lost my message, I fear.
But just in case..
I think I’ll wait.
Here.

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