By Wing
Date: 29 January 2001
Waiting
I sat here, waiting, longing to see you.
Looking across the room, next to me, in front and behind me, I see nobody.
I'm waiting.
Pretending I was concentrating on writing this poem,
but I was really thinking about you!
My hand kept tying the words, but lifeless.
My mind, all full of you, thinking and thinking.
I cannot help myself.
Did I fail somewhere? Did I missed something?
Is there a place you go often that I haven't been?
I'm waiting.
here, sitting in front of the keyboard and screen,
trying hard to write out my feelings.
But everywhere, so full of you.
It's not easy to find a special person, but here you came.
I'm waiting.
You still haven't show up,
My heart sink, but still don't want to give up. What shall I do?
I don't want to let go.
I want to wait, but for how long I wondered.
I watched as the second on the clock chases after the minuts and the minutes
chases after the hours.
Times flies, what should I do?
Maybe we are just not meant to be together?
Maybe I did not try hard enough?
What can I do?
I'll be waiting, for just a little more, than I will leave.
If you did not show up, I guess we are over.
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