Here, the Loving
Here I am, staring at the door
Who could I be waiting for?
I thought we were done and no more
But here I am, regretting what I swore.
My heart beats a hard dull roar,
It cries of what it had to adore
So here it is, in loss and dying outpour.
My life seems such a grievous bore,
I could simply try to move on with love, or,
You might find me waiting on that distant shore.
Always yours,
Forevermore,
Love, the Loving
