Waiting

by Fading Away a Little at a Time   Nov 3, 2005


Have you ever stood outside a locked glass door?
You can see through
but can't get to the inside.
You sit there and wait...
I look at you and anticipate
What we could be and what we could do,
if only you were with me and I with you.

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