Awaiting. . .

Awaiting a heartbeat. . .
A sign to show
the life I gave
is not fading away.

Awaiting a breath. . .
Some gasp at
the air that won’t
be choked off.

Awaiting a movement. . .
Something to show me
that the mechanism
hasn’t burned out.

Awaiting a spark. . .
A flash in the eye
that lets me know
all will be okay.

Awaiting a passing. . .

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