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The Wait

Photo by: Shawn Price

She waits,
Counting down to the day of her father’s arrival,
She grows weary of being haunted by dead promises,
Sore and tired from holding her hopes up,
Wanting his cold touch,
Holding her place as Daddy’s little stranger,
While trying to hold a seel over the hole in her heart,
Leaving blood to leak and wash out as tears on lonely days,
Wishing the stage of missing him turned to “I missed you”,
Crying out for her superman,
Whose identity is out of sight,
But if he lost his cape and died in flight,
She’d still die inside
But dead or alive he can’t reach her heart beat when she lies at night…

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