the wait

patience is a virtue I can no longer bear
waiting
always at the ready
hoping that today will be the day
a moment in the sun instead of a lifetime in the dark
but the day ends as all others
and I'm still waiting
edging closer to all hopes dissipation
i put away dreams and faith
hide them away in a box in the back of the closet
marked "what should be."
loneliness
i can take it
i lie to myself
still, i find myself afraid
an all too bitter reality
he's not coming
my eyes search horizon
longing
hoping
my eyes search and find nothing to rest their gaze upon
another day will soon be here
and then another
and another
and it goes on
all this waiting
and wishing
and hoping against hope
that he will come
for me
for us