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I sit here
In silence,
Eyes closed,
Holding my breath,
Waiting for something
To consume me;
Maybe a miracle
Or dread of the past.
Prepared to wait
Forever.

This sensation is
Overwhelming
Throat seems to close
Lump threatening to
Overcome
Lungs burn;
Devoid of air.
Not even tears
Can water this
Scorched earth.

Vital flesh
Withers away.
Dry, cracked, unwhole
Draining what remains
Of the love required
For its survival
Waiting to either
Burst into flame
Or grow with
Your return.

Time no longer
Exists, though
Here I am,
Holding my breath.
On the edge
Of a very fine line,
Ready to tip
Toward either side.
Prepared to wait
For you forever.