You stare at the clock

Waiting for him as the

Seconds go by

Then and hour

And then a day.

You spend all your time

Watching

Watching for him.

Waiting for him to walk through

The door and sweep

You off your feet.

You know he'll come

You just don't

Know when.

Then a life time goes by

And he hasn't come.

So finally,

You venture from your post

To look at the world living

As you've slowly begun dieing

As you open your door you

See him there, on the ground,

His mind is fading away

And he's losing his very

Soul.

A whole lifetime

Watching the clock

While he'd spent it

Outside your door.

© by ~Lee-Anne Peters~