constant conundrum

it's that air of mystery I'm sure
that causes things to move
at a snail's pace
also does it
keep the home fires burning
all the more
sitting here sprawled out
belly full of red wine and chocolate eclairs
I know I can have
someone in my bed
when I'm craving something sweet
know short-term satisfaction
never fills the gap
I'm the keeper of the gate
know heaven's worth the wait
for the one who pieces it all together
perhaps it's time
to start the countdown to solving
the constant conundrum
that is me


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