17 November 2012
Not a sound.
Nothing to be found.
Not a whisper.
Even the lights don't flicker.
No notification.
Yet I sit at my station.
I wait for word.
But nothing is heard.
Time ticks on.
The connection's gone.
I feel the distance.
And my heart puts up resistance.
I need to hear just one small syllable.
But nothing, all is still.
No note.
A lump builds in my throat.
Speak to me.
And my worry will be free.
If it's me you miss.
I'll respond with a kiss.
I check again.
My message did send.
Now I sit and wait.
Even if it's very late.
For you I'd wait the rest of time.
To hear you say, you'll always be mine.
Waiting • Opuss № I