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Waiting for a promised day.


You asked me once, a long time ago.
You asked if I would stay if you had to leave.
You asked if I would always be here.
And then, you were gone.
I kept my commitment.
But what about you?
Where have you been?
Where do you call home?
In the time its been, I’ve done a little thinking.
Sitting alone by the fridge
On the hardwood floor.
Your picture on a magnet, stuck to the side.
That’s what I have now.
And a promise of return.
A promise of… Something.
Years trickle by like passing cars
And empty busses that haven’t brought you home
To me.
Because you aren’t coming back.
As long as you’re MIA
That is where you’ll stay.


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