the day wears itself well
on our faces.
night is unrelenting,
Waiting for it
They are sitting,
waiting.
No hurry,
none at all.
Looks like
that old
wristwatch has
finally gone done.
Where could they
possibly be?
Don't they know that
I've been waiting?
They could care less.
They'll come at
their leisure,
never a moment
before.
Be patient.
They do this all the time.
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