Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Passing Years; Stagnant Time

Stay here he said
And I did
Good little girl 
Content to watch clouds
Rewarded with chocolates
And hair ribbons for my patience
Stay here he said 
And I did
Curled up on the porch swing
Watching his truck pull away
Already counting my numbers
To pass the time
Until he came back
My world, my love 
Until I counted higher than ever before
Day into
Night into
Day into
Again and again
But I stayed 
Because he asked me to
And there was no where else to go 

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