Waiting Place

I look for you
here in a grove
By the sea
on a ledge eating
apples from a forbidden tree -

Waiting here in a
special place.
Our special place
But still I stand
looking blindly into
the seventh sunrise -
Waiting here with
the breeze all alone ...

In our waiting place
Imagined, yet real.
Cleaner than the old me
escaped the darkest hole of needles
my eyes refocused to the living.
I made it here to our waiting place
- Am I Alone?
In our special place?

Or have you given up, after So long
have given up and gone
from this waiting place ...
leaving it empty.

1/11/2004