Waste Of Time (Short Story)

Being a the one who waits for someone is like million years.

Like waiting the bus to arrive at the terminal,

Don't know if it will arrive at the alloted time,

or

Or still waits a little longer 'til you realized that it might never come,

You don't know if it stop right at your place where you are,

Or

Will stop at someone else place.

And I might think that waiting for Him is just a wasted time

You doesn't know if it will come back,

Or will never really come.