Waiting

I sit and wait for your return -

If only that were all,

For thoughts which are no use to us

Divert my mind, so all

The time I could anticipate

Seeing you again

Is frittered into mindless games

Of who and why and when.

Even simple meditation

Seems to just dissolve

Re-running minor problems

Which gain a strangle-hold

While all the time I want to be

Cut off from futile chatter

To ensure that when we meet

Nothing else will matter.

Brian Hick 2009

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