The Patient Winter
I built a wall where bridges should have grown,And turned away the truest heart I’ve known.I broke the thread, I caused the quiet break,And lose the love I didn't mean to shake.You are not mine; I have no right to holdThe hands I left out shivering in the cold.The space between us is a price I pay,For every foolish word I chose to say.Yet time moves on, and still my anchor stays,Locked in the shadow of our brighter days.I will not force a lock or demand a key,But I will wait if you return to me.Like winter waiting for the touch of spring,I’ll hold the quiet hope tomorrow brings.Until the day your heart might turn around,Right here is where my patience will be found.
Copyright © PAMELA MOLATLHEGI | Year Posted 2026
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