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The Wait

Time has turned
from friend to foe
with unrelenting force;
no games, no prize,
no compromise
along its measured course.

It infiltrates
my thoughts all-day –
an uninvited guest;
in dreams as well,
it weaves its spell
and cannot be suppressed.

But from your strength
I draw my own
(with lapses now and then),
survival mode
along this road
until you’re home again.