By lanna
Date: 21 March 2000

Waiting...and Wondering

I hold my breath as I count the days.
No, the days are no longer.
Perhaps I am counting hours,
which seem more like seconds.
Or maybe it is the other way around.
I hear faint voices,
people chatting around me, to me.
I can't be bothered to answer,
or to even pay attention.
Check the calendar once again.
Tomorrow is the day you return.
29 long days and nights,
not hearing your voice,
not seeing your words.
How did I survive?
It all boils down to tomorrow.
Will it be the same?
Will it be better? (or dare I say worse?)
Something about absence making the heart grow fonder.
(What happens if it makes the heart forget?)
I've missed you so.


03/21