Home: Poetry: gregory allen clem: waiting
 
 
 
I leave my blinds open so you 
               can see in.
           so that you can see that I'm always up.
               so maybe you'll stop in.
             so hard to give up on you,
           so hard to let go.
            so hard for me to smile anymore.
          I thought love fell on me.
            I never planned for this to be.
          all of the never evers crashing down.
 

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