A home for two.

Here,
Surrounded by slimy walls,
And gravelly asphalt journey-trails
Made up of my aspirations;
The highway made up of where I came from
And where I'm going:
I sit patiently.
Here,
Amidst the hustle and bustle
Of a thousand groaning nobody's
I sit patiently.
I watch the hours, the days,
The very months tick by
Without so much as a pseudo-throat clearing.
I count the cracks in the sidewalk
And the bricks in the dilapidated cardboard houses
Across my vision,
All the while waiting patiently
For you.
For this is a loveseat,
Made for two,
Stained with the bloody tears of my cries
For you.
I will wait on, as the days wax long
Until the moment of anticipation becomes the present
And you sit in this loveseat that I call
Home.

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