Leaving me alone, was your choice,
Biding my time, is mine;
You are lost, in your worlds’ noise,
I am staying still, and perfectly fine.
Words like “quagmire”, in your daily speak,
You wooed me, with your easy acts of care;
Pipe dreams, wistful to one day meet,
In you, I found happiness without fear.
On many things, you may be wiser,
However, unconditional love is my forte;
Your actions, I wish were kinder,
And hadn’t left me ghosted, at impasse.
Eager for your text, to hear your voice,
Desperately waiting, for a sign;
Leaving me alone, was your choice,
Biding my time, is mine.
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