Waiting Shadows

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I watch the shadows past my window and think of everything that has transgressed between us. I think of the endless void that seems to have become a part of our relationship. I miss the smiles and laughter that was once a daily occurrence. I pray that it will one day return but with each day you seem farther away. The days pass by with a blur and suddenly you are no longer there. I wait for your return and as I wait I watch the shadows grow inside my soul.  

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This is another one of my poems that I wrote in that fit of depression I had yesterday.  

Comment and poem originally published on dA on 3/25/2009

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