Still waiting
I loved you first in sunlight
soft, golden, foolish, bright
where laughter slipped between our hands
and every breath felt right.
Romance bloomed like sunrise,
new and trembling on my skin;
your smile was a doorway
I kept walking deeper in.
Enjoyment was a simple thing
your voice, your look, a breeze
the kind of joy that feels like spring
whispering through the leaves.
But love is not a constant star;
it flickers, fades, betrays.
And when you turned your face away,
I learned how quickly warmth decays.
Rejection fell like winter,
a storm without a name;
you left me holding pieces
of a world that wasn’t the same.
Despair became my shadow,
quiet, stubborn, near—
a silent echo in the room
where once I held you here.
Still I wait, day after day,
for a footstep on the stair,
for the whisper of your presence,
for proof you still care.
But nothing stirs the silence,
no message breaks the night;
just me, and all these hours
drifting out of sight.
And though the days keep passing—
faint, relentless, slow—
I keep longing for your return,
for something you don’t know.
Still I wait to see you again,
a hope I can’t outrun…
But nothing ever happens.
And nothing ever comes.
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