Waiting
I have waited so long
for you,
why must I always be waiting?
Sitting on wooden benches,
strolling along the seafront,
waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
normally in vain.
Those long months we are apart,
destined only to dream,
still I am
waiting,
waiting,
waiting.
Why do I persevere?
What hold is it you have?
when it would be easier
to despair…
So I think this is goodbye,
over before
it ever really began,
but no more to be
waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
unless…
maybe…
until…
the next time?
Lynn Dye
Thu 8th Dec 2011 00:08
Thank you Isobel, Stella, Francine and Larisa, apprreciate all your comments. :)