Midday and it is half over,
another lonely day without her,
lost in the lingering silence
No echoes drift on the breeze,
only fading hopes gathering in the hot sun,
pacing methodically back and forth
filling my questioning mind,
still afraid of the answers I might find

And I collect minutes like daisy petals,
while hours chime "she loves me not"
as I sit on a weathered park bench
staring down at my ever reaching shadow,
grateful it grows longer,
once more counting on the sunset
to bring another day to an end
so maybe the pain will as well