Rest

Your Waiting, I move aside to let your waiting pass me by Games are; but three are not for toying All the while they listen, eyes down ears up Should this be or not, Times not healing this tighter knot I feel it’s time to act, not act through time. It may help to speak, but my throat aches The sadness has left its mark and staked A claim upon that place in my heart That I once shared but now is scarred. I move back in line, it arrives Waiting faster than ever before.