<p>I was watching the traffic, and I thought of you,
</p><p>You in all your glory, wading through the tirade,
</p><p>In your usual way, beating down houses,
</p><p>Clearing out broken up trunks.
</p><p>It’s the normal route to get to you, through the metallic sea,
</p><p>Only if you make the way open for me to get to you,
</p><p>Willing you to appear and pass through me.
</p><p>Hoping all you wanted to do was to come and stay,
</p><p>Praying that all roads would lead only to me.
</p><p><br></p><p>I was watching the traffic, but I was watching for you,
</p><p>My day went in waves and yet, I longed for you.
</p><p>There were no easy days, for you were my calm and with you gone, my soul was wailing.</p><p>How do I go on without hoping for you?
</p><p>It is so obvious that you’re just as lost as I am
</p><p>Who finds who in your epic story?
</p><p>The troubles you live for are my caution sign and the fire for my will.
</p><p>Let me preserve your glory days with what little zeal I have left.
</p><p><br></p><p><img src="/media/inline_insight_image/watching 2.jpeg" style="background-color: transparent;" alt=""></p><p>I was watching the traffic, but I was watching with you
</p><p>Right in my heart, I knew you were.
</p><p>Teaching and telling me that I will have safe passage if only I could trust you.
</p><p>I looked and stared hard, my eyes blind and unseeing,
</p><p>My chest thumping like mammoths on patrol.
</p><p>My only prayer was that you don’t lead me astray.
</p><p>It will not take a full jungle for me to move.
</p><p>I was watching the traffic, but the traffic was you,
</p><p>I smiled and waved but I couldn’t get your attention,
</p><p>When I chased you down, I was locked down,
</p><p>In the stampede that was brimming, I was trampled.
</p><p>My heat, my fear, my faith, all thrown away because you stayed.
</p><p>No matter, I still clung to the fumes of that big break,
</p><p>Because, though I couldn’t see you, the essence of you remained.
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WATCH, WAIT!
By
Chidera Odom