Sometimes, all we do is wonder,
Sometimes, all we do is wait;
For the thing we thought was coming
Which, in turns out, will be late

Do we rage and curse and sputter?
Do we shake or grab or clutch?
Or do we drag out our patience?
It has not been used that much —

Or, perhaps, do we do something
Else with all these moments free:
Maybe, just enjoy the fire –
And some time
Just you
And me


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