why am i still waiting here
you’re the opposite of near.
somehow allow my heart to feel
what’s not concrete, is somehow real.
taken away by words of love
was afloat the dizzy sky above
until shot once again,
a broken glass knows not when
the tears can be replaced
to the eyes that cry
out in her dreams, let it not be passer-bye
the one she loves now makes her sigh.
great breath of relief he stole the stem
and all that grows here is for him
and nothing inside that tall hat
can take amends for all of that.
~Written by Sarah English 2012