The Place Where We Wait

Perhaps it is here

Perhaps this room is a place of purgatory
A place where we are on the edge of death
But no, no, not in the sense that if here we die
But in the sense that if here we wait to hear of death
Whoever it is, to you any way, they are on the other side of those doors
The doors that swing open now and again
You think for a moment it might be for you
But it isnt, so the doors shut again

This is the place where we wait.

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