suetsumuhana / the safflower

The time when I would wait is gone
but I have nowhere else to go,
so how shall I start moving on?
When I must stay here, standing still.
Wind-blown leaves now block my door
and snow and rain stick in the lock.
Huddled by the radiator,
no one comes and no one will.
Where were you when I had patience?
Where was I when you despaired?
Missing all the ill-timed chances,
shaking in December’s chill,
wishing I had never dared.

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