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Tell each day, I’m fine.
Learn to mark a careful line.
Leave a gentle trace;
watch my world take its new shape.

Draft it out alone,
shade the days that I have known.
I will keep the space,
but at night I curse the waiting’s grace.

Draw it out.
I’ll wait for you.
For you,
I learn to wait.

I’ll map out a room
where the shadows softly bloom.
Why can’t I see your face?
Still, I feel you in this place.

Tell me what to give — Find the line
Teach me how to live — Hold the line

Draw it out.
I’ll wait for you.
For you,
I learn to wait.

Pages fill with you,
sketches that my longing drew.
Why do we hesitate?
In the waiting, we create.

And why would I create,
when the cost of this love is in the wait?