In patient waiting

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The ghost of his soul withers away

in patient waiting,

waiting amidst the ocean waves- perpetual-

as they crash onto the spaces between every protruding rib of the skeletal remain of who he used to be.

He had moved a chair where the shore holds the sea a fleeting second,

its legs ingrained in the sand for comfortable waiting,

alas! time played its part on the fragile piece of wood,

and it went crumbling down;

he is broken apart, pieces dispersed and sank,

yet hope floats, buoyant and free.

Even in his skeletal ruins,

the hollow sockets where his eyes used to be

are poised at the horizon,

and the ghost of his soul wanders nearby,

both patiently waiting.