Waiting, by Ixia Cumba Maldonado

I stop somewhere waiting for you
waiting for you to explain why you left
waiting to understand
why you treated us the way you did.
I stop somewhere waiting for you
waiting for you to come back
waiting for you to say sorry.
I stop somewhere
thinking to myself
are you coming back?
Are you ever going to say sorry?
Are you ever going to change?
I stop somewhere
but then I realize
what’s the point of waiting?
When you’re never going to come back
it’s already been 14 years
I guess I’m just wasting my time
waiting for you.

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  • My Imagination

    by Dalisa Saldana

    Going away with you
    is like going to the moon
    and coming back.

    It's like sitting
    on the beach and
    listening to the waves.

    It's like going to China
    and exploring
    other cultures.

    You are my imagination
    where everything
    is perfect,
    colorful, and happy.