We all are hiding from something.

Someone.

The bystanders circling around us
Like trees, stretching their branch-like arms
Trying to grab us with all of their might.

We peek out of our shells
That we have created for ourselves
To protect us from the poisonous world we live in.

Clenching our fists and
burrowing our heads

We wait

Inevitably for the next attack
For we know we are the society’s next victim.

The strong tree bends down towards the rippling sea
As if to see its reflection in the waves crashing against the jagged rocks.
The thick trunk, about to break, stretching its roots as far as they can go,
Sees only a blurry black shadow staring back at him.

Soon I will be a ghost.
Nothing but a figure of the forgotten past.
Slowly but surely fading away.
I will still reside in this upstate loft.
Sitting in that cocoa brown armchair.
Watching the future live on in a front row seat.

Just because you are gone
Doesn’t mean you haven’t left your print in the world
I close my eyes and pretend my fingers are laced in yours
And all I do is smile and the tears fade away.

Our eyes locked.
You sitting on the left.
Me sitting on the right.
You lightly touched your blond hair.
Tousled it slightly to show your beautiful blue eyes.
Your smile.
God, that smile.
After that moment, I knew.

Now, on our wedding day,
I give myself to you.
Right by the very track we met.
You are still as beautiful as the day I saw you across the train.
You sitting on the left.
Me sitting on the right.

We’re all just waiting.
Just waiting for something.
Anything.
Hoping it won’t pass us by.
Completely still, we linger.
Thinking it will find us.
We stand idly by.
Wishing, wanting, needing.
Looking for some sort of sign.
A peek into the unforeseeable future.
We yearn to have decisions made for us.
Not wanting to bear the consequences.
If we always wait, it will surely pass us by.