ANTICIPATION
Long have I been
They were to wait.
They searched for me all day
while I was in the woods far away.
Seasons came and ended
Snow softened with the smell of spring.
The mosses grew as the years blew
and they still anticipate with a sigh.
I am a shadow in the doorway now
the contours of my absence already painted in the streets
long have they been waiting
with lost hopes of my returning.
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