London Poem: Day 290

3 June

It grows, but tonight nothing
Comes of it.
The wait, half empty,
Build little hope, forgetting
That in time it will surely
Corrupt the strength of
What holds this together.
There is pain and there is
Longing, just hold this day
Intact, and lets pass without
Another thought.

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