In The Waiting

I am slowly

letting time freely pass me by

and revel in the

bittersweet

arms of waiting;

to clear up the past

that have long been cluttered

inside the heart

that makes room for everybody

and leave out space for someone new-

who'd permanently, just maybe,

make a home out of it

because after all this

searching

and longing

comes the truth I know;

it'll all be

worth so much more.

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Poem by Alve Jane Aranton. Alve is a 21 year-old writer from Cagayan de Oro, PH. She is a lover of words, coffee and cats. Alve blogs her feelings at  She Is The Paper Back Writer.