Watching, Waiting

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You don't see me
standing there - 
watching
waiting.

Even with the Moon's
full glare-
longing
hoping.

I whisper your Name
to the quiet night - 
watching
waiting.

Yet you don't see my
silent fight - 
longing
hoping.

I feel as if I'm 
falling apart - 
watching
waiting.

But you just walk
right out of my heart- 
longing
weeping.

This poem is about: 
Me

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