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You are not the

cornerstone of my
strength nor the
foundation of my
happiness.

But you may dwell
in the home I build
where strength
and happiness
are served on platters
at parties.

But we can link arms
like a duplex, sharing
front lawns and back
yards, maybe even
the insides that keep
things running.

But sometimes, you will
knock on my door
and receive nothing.
Know: I am inside,
slow to answer,
waiting for that
confirmation, it's you.

After all, I've been
waiting.