Your presence with me here
has made me more complete;
perhaps the beginning
is coming to an end

because I do not know
(nor will I ever)
I can not judge
(nor pass judgement)
about the truth
or the lies

The end of the beginning, eh?
Good. I have waited long enough

I will be here
waiting for you,
passing my time
typing away.

When you do arrive,
you will find me,
a once broken child,
a mold of a man.

10/11/2001

Posted on 10/11/2001
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