Dishes are done and I'm undone... waiting.
The air conditioner kicks on; it's colder alone.
Me -- a flapping, purposeless piece
without you.
I'm not frustrated or discouraged
because I can't afford to misuse my time
on the phone with you.
I can't afford to misuse my moments
in your sight -- a smile --
in your arms.
They mean everything, and they connect
the two pieces that were never two --
only lonely
in the waiting...
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Not yet found or old and musty?
Becoming new or fading glory?
None of the above.
Committed.
("two pieces that were never two")
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