Waiting

A poem about waiting, about hope and stoic guts to wait for someone.

Waiting seems a bit long,
In love, the distance is not in furlongs.

Hoping the best, only about you
My heart beats, alone, waiting for you.

Of unspoken words and heard silences
I sense some ruffling in the fallen dry leaves

My eyes wait for you,
The path. It never leaves

Memories chide me, the truth avoids me.
I am still here, devoid me.