DoneA Poem by Vanessa BettI am waiting for you.
In the yellow haze of your apartment,
You do not feel my gaze through this kodak memory.
I cannot call you tomorrow.
Where are you today?
Why did you come and go so quickly?
She has become an obsession.
I will wait no longer. © 2008 Vanessa BettAuthor's Note
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