TIL ALL ILLUSIONS END

Endlessly waiting alone,
I feel I must atone,
For wasting my life away,
As I grow older day by day.

Seven years struggling,
Time lines juggling,
Aussie-American time zones,
Keeping me alone.

You have your life, I have mine,
Still straddling that Equator line,
Balancing on this big blue ball,
Still wondering...
What if we should really fall?

Sometimes it's hard to cope,
And I nearly give up hope,
Tears fall freely, as I mope...
Synchronicity gives me a sign,
Then you come online,
And everything's fine.

You seem to endure the wait, far better than I,
Or maybe that's my mind, telling me another lie,
Til all illusions end,
And Truth be revealed as foe or friend.

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