I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
Waiting Time----
Alone in my rocker I thought of you. A distant voice calling out; Ones whose words reverberated with me. And through me. That cut to the core, the essence, the soul Of me. But perhaps of others as well. I rock and wait. For a stranger that never comes.
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@Elysian Thank You. This was almost too easy to write-as if it wrote itself. Yearning for a heart, or a past love, can be an excruciating wait. One that may require great solace.
