At some point, I'll stop waiting.
I'll cease to mollycoddle and cajole;
hoping that you'll see me.
I'll stop reaching out when you disappear,
like Patience sat waiting here
for your return...
for you to learn.
For me to learn.
For me to learn.
At some point, I'll be gone.
Weary of waiting; I'll move on.
And someday, maybe, you'll notice
the empty space that once was
me.
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