The Waiting
And the inevitable disappointment
I pressed my pen to paper
The running writing letters
Mapping out a path to
Bring him back
Home to me
❀
I burnt a candle in the window
Musk and mango scented
The flame fighting against
The outside wind that crept closer
❀
I rain on the flowers out front
With my flimsy watering can
Hoping the blooming tulips
Call to him from afar
❀
I hope and wait and
Scream with impatience
❀
I wait some more
and more
and more
❀
He doesn't come back.
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
We keep candles in our windows to light his way home, though we know that he has found a better home from which he will never return, except in our hearts & memories.
Awww, I felt the longing and then the impatience! Waiting is the pits. Wonderful work :)