Days turned into weeks
and weeks into months,
and here I am standing
still on the spot where you
told me to patiently wait.
No roofs for the rain
nor a bench for me to sit
but only a lamp post that
casts a pale light of hope
to someone like me.
As the night goes deep,
the stars begin to peep
on me while the moon
paints a lonely scenery
of someone like me.
My soul endured countless
days and nights without
sleeping that you might
come in the middle of
the night, but you did not.
But the time has come
that I have to stop the
ticking of the clocks
and when you've decided
to come and I'm no longer
here I hope you'll realize
that not all who wait can last.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PuisiTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
