The cold autumn breeze whips through my hair as I sit quietly by my lake. I have my legs dangled over the edge of the dock waiting for
something...anything.

The frosty winter air fills my lungs as I walk calmly around my lake. I have my arms wrapped around myself
watching for
something...anything.

The fresh spring scents make me smile as I lay next to my lake. I close my eyes and silently drift off to sleep
listening for
something...anything

The long summer heat makes me remember the year before as I drift along my lake. I trace my hand along the surface of the water
thinking of
something...anything.

A year has passed and I sit by my lake again. I try to think of what I could possibly have waited for, watched for, listened for, and thought...of. Someone...anyone?

Then, I look next to me and realize that it was all just my imagination. You were who I waited for, who I looked for, who I listened for, and who I thought...of.
You were my lake