Patti Masterman - Waiting

She waited in the hallway,
She waited in the den;
Waiting and time crossed its arms
Just like she would wait for a friend.

The waiting became an existence,
Then subsistence, then nothing more.
But the hands of the clock resumed moving
When the door key entered the door.

That key which unlocked the parlor,
A room wrapped with many charms;
But their eyes were blind to its wonders
She was already wrapped in his arms.

Patti Masterman

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