Waiting For You
Descending into the
catacombs of times past
I wander through
cobwebbed halls
hearing echos of you
searching in vain
everywhere empty
moths and dust.
As I wait alone in silence
I dare to open volumes
of memories shared
colors spill that
drip with feelings
and timeless moments
tumble to the floor.
My mind floods over with
thoughts of you
lest I forget those days
and my dreams turn to grey.
I feel so old
my bones ache
I am weary of waiting
as I die within
longing for the day
for you to you return…
…my saving grace.
Written on 1/22/2016
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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