Waiting

In the gathering dusk,
I spot a girl in black.
She sat upon the rock
staring into the space.
Whose absence does
she mourn?
She utters not a word.
She’s deaf to the world.
Slowly she melts into
the deepening darkness,
hiding from my sight.
Whose presence does she
yearn?

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It’s wow. :revolving_hearts:

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