I sit on the waterfront,
waiting for you to return,
with the wind tossing my hair,
and the birds chirping aloud.
In the distance I spot you,
approaching me very slowly.
I focus on your silhouette,
at first it's clear then hazy.
I pray that the winds will lead you
quickly back beside me again.
You have been gone for far too long,
leaving me pining and restless.
My pen without poetic ink,
my spirits at an all time low,
the very thought of your return,
perks me up and brings a big smile.
But, just as I get ready,
to celebrate your return,
you change course and disappear
I'm back to staring blankly.......
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