I, a bird; you, a statue; and time, our bedfellow.
Sometimes the waiting is astounding.
And I am winded by the pause.
Eviscerated by the ellipses.
The space
between his collarbone and shoulder.
A sigh that drowns me.
I am waiting forever.
I am resting here.
I am home.
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