waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
it it was all the shit heaped up in a pile that didn’t need to be surveyed by me or you it was stuff left over from bad places broken relations shattered dreams too it was a jumble