Slipping through -
From one side to the other,
The sand of time.
Sand of my life.
Dried tears on cheeks
Eyes devoid of any emotions
Silence around, chaos within
Motionless I stand,
Awaiting your return.
The endless train of thoughts -
running through the mind
The constant hammering,
The never-ending worry.
Would you come back or would you not?
The question - a hanging sword
The answer - a pendulum
The suspense keeping me alive
As motionless I stand,
Awaiting your return.
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