Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian

The Long Awaited Sighting

vibrations ring through my body as I sit on the dusty floor of the hall.

where are you?

excitement buzzes throughout the room as unfamiliar faces gather.

joyous laughter and happy cries sound from every inch of the wide open space

yet I feel so alone, so afriad,

so empty without your face.

I know you are close by.

I feel your presence ever near,

like a drug I cannot have,

like the love that cannot be.

I stare into the darkness of the hall and study a hundred faces

but none of them are you

so I stare down at the floor,

wishing, hoping, praying you will show yourself soon.

time passes by slowly.

like a ticking timebomb,

I sit motionless and wait,

staring into the darkness

hoping for just one sighting of your face,

your smile,

the only thing that makes any sense to me.

the light in my life

at the back of the hall a door swings open

and through the murky darkness I see a shape emerge.

my heart jumps beneath my chest as I realise it's you.

I see your face.

your radient smile shining through the blackened space

between these four hollow walls

and suddenly I don't feel so alone.