Waiting for Love

Starting of the poem -- A lonely man walking through empty city streets at night, under glowing streetlights. He looks thoughtful and longing, his hands in his pockets. And he says --

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I walk alone beneath the city lights,

Through empty streets and sleepless nights.

The world is full of love, I see,

But somehow, love won’t look at me.

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I’ve watched the couples hand in hand,

Their whispered words, their hearts unmanned.

Laughter spills like wine so sweet,

Yet I stand here with aching feet.

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I’ve tried to chase it, soft and slow,

Through fleeting sparks that failed to glow.

A glance, a smile, a moment’s dance,

But never more than hollow chance.

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They say that love is meant for all,

That every heart will hear its call.

But mine stays silent, cold, and bare,

A vacant room, a breathless air.

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I’ve searched through echoes of the past,

Through fading dreams that didn’t last.

Through midnight talks and hopeful days,

But love still walks a different way.

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I’ve held the stars, yet lost the sun,

Felt warmth, then watched it come undone.

Like sand that slips through weary hands,

Like waves retreating from the sands.

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Is it my fate to walk alone?

To carve my path in dust and stone?

Or will love find me, lost and worn,

And plant its roots where I was torn?

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I long to wake to someone’s breath,

To share my life, to laugh at death.

To hold a hand and know it’s mine,

To sip on love like aged wine.

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But till that day, I wait and dream,

A drifting leaf upon a stream.

Still hoping love will come to stay,

And turn my night to golden day.