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The Search

2001


I pace the house
Like a nervous rabbit

Searching

I don't know
What I am looking for

I find things
Long forgotten

I toss junk

Mostly
I just open and close drawers

Thinking

Thinking about nothing in general
About everything
My life

I look at the pictures on the wall

I look at the dust
Gathered on the furniture

The dust that has collected
Due to my lack of attention

Just like my life
And lost loves

I did not pay attention
When true love looked my way

Instead,
I sat it on a shelf
To collect dust

Love cannot wait
On a shelf
So moves on

Leaving me instead
To collect the dust
Love leaves behind

My heart
Sits dusty
On a shelf still

Waiting

For love to come back around

To pick it up
To dust it off
And cradle it

In the arms of Love

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