I Will Wait

Empty Benches by Rula Sibai
Picture Taken By: Rula Sibai

They all called me a fool

Because I love you.

They said I was like a sheep without wool:

Too mutated to understand what was true.

But with swollen eyes,

Bruised knees,

Shaking hands,

And unmet ends:

I love you.

I made a vow

And even now,

In the midst of all this

I want to be with you, I want us.

I would wait, by that old park bench,

Until the middle of autumn:

Just to talk with you

And tell you I will wait.

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