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These are the words from Cindy--Katherine Lucinda Taylor.

"Lingering--title

Lingering
The words spoken
The silent pause
The wait ever silent
Waiting for me.

At me
Waiting
Looking you sat

Intently

At me
The understanding kept.

Just you in the room
And me.

And the words, waiting to break free

The moments still
The world stood still
A wait
In stillness
Still."

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I go back to the door, and I look at the piece of paper on the wall, and they still haven't changed a thing on it. You name is still on the sign upstairs, but so is the guy's name that shared your office, and I didn't see him much the last quarter. Maybe they don't want you to be gone either.

I step inside the building, outside the door, and I try to absorb all the energy that still may be left, that may still exist, like perfume that is sprayed from one room and travels to another. Even after the passage of time, some effect lingers until it's all gone--like one who dies and their energy remains for a short while. I try to see it, to touch it, invisible. Your energy still abounds.

I see someone in the distance as I sit on the steps that go down. It is a sun shiny day, and there is an inviting warmth. I see someone who has your build, your hair, your walk. Oh. For it to be you. What a wonderful moment it would be. Funny how the heart can break over a case of mistaken identity.

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In desperation, I ask God for there to be a higher plan
One I can not see
One that makes sense
And sets my confusion free

I ask for it to taken care of
Out of my hands
For I made use of them as much as I can
Yes, there is water out on other planets, so they say
But I can't go and get it
It's too far out of the way

I did all I can do
If that's all that was asked,
My words I've spoken
My heart turned to glass.

Transparent
And honest
For everyone to see
Nothing to be ashamed of
No--not me

But I ask God, in desperation
Take it out of my hands
Let there be someone else
Who can fight this battle
And dance the dance.

Because I'm tired
And I'm about to give up
Someone else can fight
I welcome the perfect hands of fate
To takeover mine
To place him at my doorstep
Around dinner time.


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Where do you go
When there seems no end,
When uncertainty abounds
And there's a soul no one can defend?

People always know how to leave,
And it's always going to happen,
You begin to believe.

Someone is out there, walking on their own--
And you wish you could be beside them
But you know they have to find their own way home.

You wonder if you'll see them again
With your eyes
Instead of your mind
You wonder if the faith you live in
Will ever be made sight

Out there, walking on their own
Or maybe not, but how are you to know?

All you can see is
The mist, the hazy hour
Of their picture in your mind,
And you walking toward them
Reaching out for them,
One moment in time.

You wonder if you'll everf see tehm again
With your eyes
Instead of your mind
You wonder if the faith you live in
Will ever be made sight

But after awhile you always throw away
The tomorrows that never come
And you think it such a waste
Because they will always live somewhere outside
While still in your mind."

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