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As it is for me,
as it was and will be
always ever eternal.
I don’t exist
just a made up thing,
but still I am,
and here.
Waiting is my dearest love
it lets me know
that I’m around at all.
Fills my days with purpose,
knowing that any moment
you will come to me.
I exist for it
and it nurtures me,
keeping me steady as a rock.
I have a reason
and that’s better than before
when I could be unfurled at a moments whim,
spread apart
then put back in my box.
Now its better,
I have my place here,
I am known,
and waiting is an easy thing
it gives me pleasure,
it brings me you.