A memoir and life-writing blog
you’ll pass on through,
yet again
as you do
a chafing wind
slicing through the blue
i feel the shiver,
right on cue
still I’ll wait,
slick with dew,
hoping you’ll call,
though you never do
always in queue,
always for you
we’re long overdue
i thought you knew?
mind askew
sad but true
nothing new
my pitiful deja vu