He Was There. Poem by Rebecca Springsteen
He Was There.
Shouting to a wall,
just staring.
It never says anything back.
Am I just causing vibrations?
Can the wall not hear me?
I ask it questions all the time,
it always gives me the same answer.
Silence, not even a breeze.
All I had to do was turn around.
And there he was.
Just smiling at me,
waiting for me to notice.
I have never been so glad in my life,
that I've noticed than now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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7/21/2025 5:36:30 AM # 1.0.0
A great poetic refletion.Thanks.