Waiting, Hoping
I sit and I ponder,
I sit and I wait.
But waiting does nothing;
It does not bring her closer to me.
I wait with Hope, though I know better.
I should leave now, before I lose Hope,
But that Hope I speak of still stands,
And I still wait for her to come.
Even as my eyelids grow heavy
And my mind blurs with weariness, I wait
There is still a chance...
There is still something...
But then there is always Hope
And the knowledge that it brings:
In three days she will return,
And in three days I can end my wait.
Until then I will sit without tiring,
Manning my post as I am now,
And will watch for any sign
That she has come back to me.
I was inspired on Sunday, December 22, 2002
