Waiting...
I sit here,
waiting for you.
I wait
and
wait
and
wait.
You never show up,
yet,
I keep looking for you,
everywhere.
Everything
reminds me of you.
I wait for the day
when i stop thinking about you
or
you show up.
Neither things happen,
but still,
I wait.
Weeks go by
and weeks
turn into months,
and months,
into years.
The dark circles under my eyes
grow darker
The wrinkles on my forehead
get deeper,
like I am carved from stone,
with the cracks from age
and the weather,
breaking me down slowly.
Yet still,
I sit here,
waiting for you.
You’re a different person now,
but still,
I wait.
I wait to see your blue eyes again
I wait to hear your laugh
I wait to see your smile
I wait to see you dance
I wait to listen to music with you
I wait…
and
wait
and
wait
The doctors tell me I am sick
That I only have months to live
Still,
I wait.
They say I have days now.
Family come
to say their goodbyes to me
Friends bring me flowers
and balloons
They cry,
as they say goodbyes,
But I don’t care,
because
I am still waiting for you…
I lay in the hospital bed,
with each breath
getting harder and harder
still,
I wait.
My eyes want to close,
I want to stop the fight,
every breath hurts now,
every second living hurts.
Still,
I hold on,
just in case,
I can see you again,
before I die.
You don’t show,
like all the times before,
and I die.
Yet still,
somehow,
I’ll keep waiting…
-C.H.