Lost Return

I may have waited
a summer
with every morning
watching the sunrise
and I may have watched
a year
with every season
waiting for changes
but I waited longer
watched longer
the year
that was yours
because it was this feeling
I never quite forgot
that was a horrible mix of
terror and sorrow
maybe because I didn't want to be alone
but because of not knowing
and that was one of thw worst parts
not knowing
was awful
and at that point
nothing else mattered
and there was nothing
but these feelings
never left me
even when
you did
come home

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed