Once the seasons change
and you are no longer here,
remind me of why
I still wait.
Your time has begun
and our time has ended,
but why am I
still sick to the core?
My insides
and out
are burdened with worry.
When will you come home
and end this for good?
Do not leave me waiting,
for I am not a toy.
I am worried sick
to the core.