By the edge of my bed,
standing all night
In the corner of my comfort,
neatly tucked
Peering over my shoulders
as I feigned being occupied
Patiently waiting
for my impatience to wear
She waited
waited until I failed
Failed to embrace her
with open heart, eyes closed
Failed reining in the impulse
to change her
In trying to understand her thus,
I missed her altogether.
She could well have been
a lover incredible
But this once, she was
a poem I didn't deserve
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