Waiting for the rays of light
to pierce the window pane.
When it goes alright
how could I complain?

Still I wait.

Watching all the raindrops fall
in puddles on the lawn.
Thinking that if I could crawl
I'd be moving on.

Still I wait.

Listening for the sound of shoes
to scuffle through the door.
If I was who you choose,
I couldn't ask for more.

Still I wait.

Feeling like a frozen man
carved out of stone,
one who truly understands
what it is to be alone.

Still I wait.