Engaged.

Numbed headache. I
sit in my chair waiting
for my resurrection
waiting for
roots to go deep
enough to touch eternity.
Love
I read of it in
profound words written
elsewhere by another
while I sit numb
in my chair.

You wait silently
within, without
offering resurrection with
intent gaze deep
into my hesitation
my little intent.
Love
waits silently
a flicker in the numb
for my accidental glance.

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