I'll Wait for Love
I'll wait for love, I'm done with one way love that ended on a side street. My falling tears blurred "do not enter" red sign circle, awash in rain like blood, like mirrored broken heart still pulsing throbbing with a warning: turn around. The cop's blue blurred lights in my rear view repeat stop: he was polite; "ma'am are you aware you're going the wrong way on a one way street?" "No" I sob. I even tried a feeble joke: "I'm only going one way officer." He did not laugh but gently smiled perceiving raw betrayal. I'll pray for love, and in the quiet, scenes appear when I made you wait for love, a shabby IV drip of love diluted, thinned by sharp accounting, calculating meanness, am I in the black or red? a trickling stinge that left you on a side street. Our fate is love, and once perceived the dead ends open onto unseen city streets of gold
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