Wilting Away

Wilting away Eyes closed, Body strewn across the bed, Covers every where but on, As I whine, images of you float through my head. Finally I awake, But only to the same dreary nightmare, Your still not here with me, But should I care? Years of waiting, Months of wanting, Weeks of loneliness, Days of hunting. Hours of needing, Minutes have passed, I count the seconds, Oh, how slow I am compared to life, so fast. I call myself a flower, Just wilting away, Slowly, so slowly, Meant to disappear someday.