Waiting

Time flew, my age grew,
The hair once black, adopted a whitish hue,
Looking at the hands, I noticed wrinkles,
Even in this cloudy night, the north star twinkles,
I gaze at the memories, I can't stop debating,
Yet I am intent on waiting, waiting, waiting.

A never-ending wait, it turns out to be,
The lock still intact, never used the key,
My mind all blur, except the stories within,
A sweet world of hope, of love, melody and rhythm,
I gaze at the memories, I can't stop debating,
Yet I am intent on waiting, waiting, waiting.

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A crack ran through the mirror,
Reminding of the day that divided us forever,
Yes, it was the moment of failure, of loss, of tear,
Now so far, though we always dreamt of being near,
I gaze at the memories, I can't stop debating,
Yet I am intent on waiting, waiting, waiting.

Years have passed, 'm weak and frail,
Life could have been heaven, and I made it hell,
I'm sorry for the pain, the trust that I broke,
I couldn't find words, my voice did choke,
How much I wished you would come back to me,
With arms wide open, I would have welcomed the we,
I still have hope, a bit of expectation,
Of you and me back again, in our own sweet nation,
And thus, I look out of the window, at the gravel path,
The same route you had taken, when you did depart,
I gaze at the memories, I can't stop debating,
Yet I am intent on waiting, waiting, waiting.


This poem is written for One Single Impression, and the Prompt for this week is Waiting.