You tease me with your angst of possible return.
Youre like a boat.
In the midst of the ocean you're within sight.
Afloat; many holes.
Yet....afloat.
Pushed closer to my shores.
The shores I call home.
Pushed closer to me, by a wave;
only to be pushed back by one in the same.
Whether it be a wave of hope, of love, of happiness;
A wave comes in half empty but full of despair, of hate, of sadness.
So I wait at this shore kicking sand, so alone.
Waiting to sail away, waiting for you to sail home.