Everyday I wait for you.
I sometimes wait for hours –
staring through the window
at all the lovely flowers.
I sit in the corner
my face depressed with fret.
Oh, how truly painful –
this wait of mine can get.
I spend my days like this.
It’s what my life’s about.
When you get home from work –
I’ll finally get let out.
I hear the neighbor’s cat –
she’s hissing to the wind.
There’s always someone there –
to let her out and in.
Everyday I wait for you
for endless, countless hours –
to let me out at last –
to water all those flowers.
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