waiting in the darkness
I sit alone in the darkness.
Waiting.
Waiting for her to come back to me.
Can she hear my cries?
Can she feel my tears?
Can she sense my breaking heart?
God only knows such a fact.
How can this be that she can’t see me?
Is it because I’m sitting alone in the darkness?
I just walk past everyone as if I were invisible.
Can she see me now?
Can she see the pain she’s caused me?
Or does she just look past it?
I think I should move on, but something tells me to wait.
It’s my heart.
I’ll give her the time.
As I return to sit alone in the darkness.
Waiting.
