Waltzing crystal rainbows on the windows
from streak-free pristine shine the night before
Piled papers stacked neatly in their inbox
Sterile scented carpet on the drab, brown floor
No color to be found here inside of my nail-biting heart
despite children's chatter and innocent questions
Because I can still feel every part of you while we are far apart
And sense your heavy-hearted, blue depression
But I can't even speak softly or hold your trusting hand
through thoughts I'm not allowed to know or try to understand
So patiently I sit once more in the empty waiting room,
unable to immunize you from your growing, afflicting glum
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