You Did Not Come
by 
PhillC
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Posted: Tuesday, August 18, 2009 Word Count: 70 Summary: Still trying to find my voice again after not writing for a few years. |
This morning when I rose,
I shaved, I washed my hair
Yet still you did not come.
To while away the morning hours,
I read that book, they served my lunch
Yet still you did not come.
To speed away an afternoon,
I slept, I dreamed
Yet still you did not come.
What is this greed alive inside,
That must be fed by you alone?
Perhaps tomorrow, you will come.
I shaved, I washed my hair
Yet still you did not come.
To while away the morning hours,
I read that book, they served my lunch
Yet still you did not come.
To speed away an afternoon,
I slept, I dreamed
Yet still you did not come.
What is this greed alive inside,
That must be fed by you alone?
Perhaps tomorrow, you will come.