Passion's DesireA Poem by Dave W.![]() The heart is a weird thing.....![]() How can I be more hungry, for a promise to be fulfilled? Anxiety is my bread to dine tonight, silence is the her drink of choice, sipped slowly, distance is the table we are seated at. Her still image staring back, my messages go unanswered, her voice I long to hear, "Patience" she told me, "Everything will work out" echoes in my head. Overthinking is the cup I drink from This still room betrays my internal storm, my heart races for her, her feet sore, from running through my mind all day. I will embrace the peace of the moment, against my will, I will wait because there is no other choice, "One day" is the thought that keeps the fire lit, Passion's Desire is the name of the café serving us this evening....
© 2024 Dave W.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorDave W.Tigard, ORAboutI love to write poetry and hope that something I create will connect with someone that needs to read it more..Writing
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