Monday, February 10, 2014

2073. Not Too Late

Full of hope,
She rings,
And he winces
As he brings
Himself
To the door.
He feels
So much
Pain.
He can't
Take much
More.
She is love
In female
Form.
He doesn't
Realize it
Until help
Has been
Given,
Relief is
Complete,
And she
Is gone.
But there
Is tomorrow,
And
There's room
For her
Then.

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