peeking at the side of my window

i wonder if it will come in time

is it still there?

or was it making me wait here?

ha, i breathed out

maybe i should wait

it had always been late

and that's not what i hate

waiting in vain is what i always get

sometimes it's tiring

but being with you is worth the wait

on cue, you came

the rain trickled outside the window

now that you're here

i can not care about anything at all

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