My hands work feverishly,
Working the yarn over and under.
Outside the sun is brightly shining,
Inside there is rain, lightning, and thunder.
The television blares out some movie
As my mind tries hard to keep busy.
But my emotions, raw and bleeding,
Are so numerous I am ever dizzy.
How can a woman fall so hard and fast
For someone she hardly even knows?
I’ve heard it takes time and commitment
Tending love’s garden as it grows.
Nonetheless I will continue
Sitting and pretending I am fine.
While love and life pass me by
Never quite becoming mine.
©Regina 2009
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