Waiting for You
God left me that day.
The day I knew my
eyes were made to cry.
When all was taken from me
unlike Job, I cursed.
I blamed the heavens with
the force of Mercutio's
dying breaths.
I hid my shame
under Dorian's cover.
As surely as the picture changes,
I remain the same.
Even God left me
at that final abandonment.
The green hospital walls
the polished plastic tiles
where smells of
disinfectant intoxicates.
And the food,
hard and unforgiving
like your withered hands.
I burned my lips on the
machine ejaculated bitter coffee.
I read all the books
on the library cart.
While waiting for you.
Counting in time
with your life metronome
until it
slowed
and
merged.
By Beckie
© 2008 Beckie
(All rights reserved)
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