Your fingers drum against the chair.
A step from sleep a mile out of reach
You close your eyes but your mind sticks.
It won’t allow you to drift away.
You’ve done nothing for hours but sit and tap.
Your hands are numb from the dark cold fear.
And the foreboding dread of untold news.
You knew it was coming as it always had.
There is no saying what can not be.
The words need not be spoken aloud.
They have already flooded into my soul.
This is courtesy of life.
There is no stopping what fate dreams up.
There is only your internal strength that
stops your falling to the floor.
Although you may want to crumble in
the long hours waiting in the dark.
There still is time to emerge at the end
of a long, tiresome day.
And even though you know it’s true.
That what you’ll learn after the long, sad wait
will not be what you’d like to hear,
Hope will always be outside.
Sitting in a sunny patch.
Waiting just for you.