Wait

These are the places I foresaw,
Tears in the present, wrapped gifts
They flowed out of stabs you tore
Now along rich white pen drifts
A future within, I bore
Even as I broke bread with stiffs.

These are the sounds I sang of
Truth in the lies our smirks stank of
They resonate from a past I was part of
Now, from tomorrow, Yesterday’s thrown off.
These symbols are signs of
The echo I am at the brink of.

I tick off another one
Another last, another first
All a waste spent alone.
Love is solvent, I thirst.

These are the words I will forget,
Stories of lust and regret.
They will not define me yet.
When will they?  When I forget to forget
Everything but my eternal state.
The best is coming; Wait!

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