Waiting
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Nikita Mclean-ford, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2017
I sit. I watch. I wait.
I wait. I watch. I sit.
I sit, I'm sick of standing
Waiting for you to come.
I watch, I'm looking at the trains
Waiting for you to disembark
From your journey.
I wait, I stay seated as the train
Leaves it's station, and watch with
Disappointment as I can't see you anymore.
You told me once
That you'll keep waiting no matter how long I take
And that’s what I'll do.