The Wait

I stand by the window,

Waiting,

Longing,

As the dawn kisses the sky.

I stand by the door,

Waiting,

Longing,

Wanting,

As the daybreak embraces the dusk.

I stood by the road,

Waiting,

Longing,

Wanting,

Lingering,

As the pain washes away my hopes.

I strolled to the hill,

Waiting,

Longing,

Wanting,

Lingering,

Crying,

As my hopes eaten by the reality.

I did close the door,

And stop waiting.

But longing and,

Still crying,

For I knew you're never coming back.