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“The Waiting Game”

Twelve summer solstices watching and waiting never saying a single word.
The tranquil waters of her fountain of love, ran so still, that he never heard.
Heart yearning, her desires burning, but her mouth woefully empty and dry.
Embarrassed, in case she was cruelly rejected, it was far safer never to try.
Ship wrecked on an island, shackled in silence, she built an eternal shrine.
Suffering interminably, watching him dating, all the others girls waiting in line.
Not succeeding or failing, status quo never changing, doors were always shut.
It was easier to deal with the permanent pain, than to suffer a momentary cut.
To be auspiciously daring and carelessly saying, “how are you doing today?”.
Would have ended her plight of four thousand nights, it was all she had to say.
At times she ponders, dreamily wonders, about the sanity of her judgement call.
Knowing in hindsight, it would be better to try and fail, than to never try at all.

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