The List

The List

Sitting in a chair
Day in
Day out

Staring through the window
A distant memory
Of time gone by

Making a list
Your name made it on there
Time after time

Sitting in a chair
Day in
Day out

Wondering when
I became last on the list
Or am I lost on the list

Sitting, Staring.
I opened The Book

Here I am, my name written in love
For Him, I am neither last on the list
nor lost on the list.

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