Waiting poem

 

So long since I last saw your face

the warmth of your hand is a memory

a memory I wont let fade

The war it tore so much apart

but I sit here and wait for our lives to re-start

So long I sit here as lines begin to grow

and marks burnish my hands

I grow old as time trudges on

but still I wait for you to come back.

I wait for you to come home.

 

But the darkness of death does arrive

and the light of my life goes out

I walk into the mist, a lost and ended life

I see you, surely its you, as real and strong as I knew

standing there you smile at me and say

"I've been waiting for you"

Oh but I didn't know

you too were waiting for me to come home