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I lay here waiting
Waiting for you to touch me
Lay your hand upon me
Your thoughts utter chaos,
Needing the clarity
That only I can bring
I lay here waiting
As your fingers tap the table
Impatient, frustrated
You know what you need to do
What you need to say
Yet you refuse
I lay here waiting
As near as your heartbeat
As far as your heartache
You stare for a long time
And for a long time see nothing
Your vision blurry with unshed tears
I lay here waiting
Morning shadows from the left
Now late day shadows on my right
But if you would just touch me
Just let one word, just one escape
All the rest will come in a flood of truth
I lay here waiting
For you to put down your pride
For you to pick up your pen
Then pour your heart out
So she’ll let your love in
Instead you stand and walk away
And I lay here waiting,
a letter never to be…
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“As near as your heartbeat
As far as your heartache…”
Love this.
So many letters never written, love letters, letters of regret, letters of goodbye, lots and lots of letters. But I do not think that I have ever thought of it through the view of the blank piece of paper sitting there waiting for the actual words to be written. I think I have a new insight into how a piece of paper feels. And I almost felt as if I was listening to a song.
Thanks so much for sharing this with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. Hope you have a great week and maybe even please a piece of paper by writing a letter.
God bless.
Very vivid write! I can see the person(me) sitting there then walking away.
This is all to common.. those words that are never born… how little that would have been needed to untie them… our poems was clearly on similar themes today.. the stark end of yours clearly a difference.
for you to put down your pride…
that is often the largest of stumbling blocks….
nice to on the reveal of it being a letter unsent
there in the end….sad, but true
Very, very nice! Love that the poem is from the perspective of the unwritten letter. Very well done! 🙂
Beautifully expressed!