I Waited and Waited

Stephen C. Rose
Everything Comes

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The entrance gave no shelter

I was not alone

On a vacant sidewalk in chilled rain

I won’t say who we waited for

Heaven surely knows

Effects all qualify

In life reviews

Great floods of karma need not inundate

I’ll write it to oblivion

Are memories only those

Of the rememberer

What if I said it did not happen

Or I had no fool’s guilt

At being done in by the rain

By freedom

By quarters too cramped

Not to humiliate

Oh, cold I was

And it was dark

A fated plan gone turvy

A lesson learned

Celebrity will bite you

Be no fool

Send expectations packing

Go for what makes sense

Who’s he

A name

Known everywhere

Whose utterances are memorized

Imitated

Reproduced in personal dramatics

Adult fancies in transiting childhood

How could this morning’s

Rejection in the rain

Have such remaining power

How could it

It could

So when would he come

This darkening morning

Radio City

Regular haunt

Somehow I knew how to do this

These were my personal days

Not known to parents

Ne’er shared with friends

Personal things

Who’s in charge

I’m in dialog

With all of me

Morose in rainfall

Chilled by malevolence

Waiting

Waiting

Oh waiting

For what

But then

He arrived in a detective’s raincoat

Passing me like a bull become sprinter

Discounting me

Damning me

Wrecking my play

How dare he

I should have seen the rain as an omen

I should have known there are downsides to roaming

I shall address the why now

Transform things

Make it new

He is someplace

My thoughts are dissolved

Did I seek solace in a nearby show

I do not know

I forget many things

But the swish of that raincoat

His fleeting bulk

These still have the power to transfix

Recriminations long gone

Maturity then necessity

It’s over

It won’t hurt again

No lessons yet learn

No practices to do

It happened

It is over

It is over

Now is now

Forgiveness is the antidote

Daily forgiveness

Believe the prayer

“Forgive the wrongs that we have done

As we forgive those who do wrong”

Forgiveness is the master of

Corrosive memories

Write it out

Let it go

Grasp love

Where love is constant

And limitless

For nothing here holds on forever

Save the graceful instances where

Mirabile dictu

It does

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Stephen C. Rose
Everything Comes

steverose@gmail.com I am 86 and remain active on Twitter and Medium. I have lots of writings on Kindle modestly priced and KU enabled. We live on!