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I'll wait

by Abel Johnson Thundil about a year ago in love poems
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Written by Abel Johnson Thundil

I'll wait
Photo by Max Wolfs on Unsplash

I'll wait for you

On this rusty bench near an overflowing rubbish bin,

Spray painted with black and red symbols

That look like some ancient language.

I'll wait for you

On this rusty bench near an overflowing rubbish bin,

Until the garbage man comes to empty it,

Until the trees toss around orange leaves

And become skeletons

Whose thin fingers break under the snow.

I hope you'll come

To make me a fireplace.

I hope you'll come

To brew for me warm soup,

Or make steaming tea.

Take your time.

Even if you're late, I'll wait.

The trees should have so much courage

To be naked in the winter.

We are what we are surrounded by.

So I'll look at the trees

And learn courage.

It will be

My fireplace,

My soup,

My warm tea.

But I’ll wait for you

To get more firewood to my fireplace,

To add pepper to my soup,

To add sugar to my tea.

But I’ll wait for you

And I’ll kiss you on your neck

While you add sugar,

While you add pepper.

And I’ll kiss you on the lips

When we sit at the fireplace together.

This winter;

It kills trees, fire, and even water.

And without you,

It may kill me too.

So I’ll wait for you on this rusted park bench

To die

Only after a kiss

From you.

love poems

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Abel Johnson Thundil

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