The waiting

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If I see her on the other side

I’ll smile and I’ll say ‘Hi’.

I’ll ask her why she couldn’t wait

To leave before I die.

I’m sure she’ll say ‘You took too long;

No longer could I stay.

My world it drove me crazy.

I had to go away’.

And then I s’pose we’ll both agree,

It matters not a jot.

For me she also had to wait;

Just in another spot.



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