i’ll always be waiting.

the breathless
were harried and
panicked
but it was not
the stairs

hands of
trembling that
began before
they left
or did they never stop?

knowledge
of needing to exit
but saying
anything
to stay

and all
benign and
depthless subjects
the only thing
to ask

for one day
hopes and love
and survival
but for
her searching eyes

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