Waiting Games

When will you come and fetch me,
when will you take me away?
When will you come and rescue me,
when the blossoms fall in May?

Will you make me wait till June?
Will you make me suffer long?
I only know it is too soon,
before I’ve time to end my song.

But I’ve already suffered,
cradled fear for many years—
been gifted love and life,
but not enough to quell my tears.

But you’re calling me again
this time I fear you will not wait,
my days now just a waiting game,
mere time to face my fate.

© Ammie-oy 2010

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