Waiting for "later" to come
Indefinitely anticipating for such indefinite term to arrive
Solitary spark of hope quickly dies out in solitude
He is not here


Yet the heart keeps on holding
On the promise made perhaps rather hastily
Ultimately she tries to understand


Wanting for "later" to come
Ebbs of time flowing back to many moons ago
Relapse to the point where everything was sweet-sounding
Eventually those dulcet words will fade away, won't they?


Heaviness of the heart truly suffocates
Embracing each little word that he said
Refusing to let go the rotting chains that no longer bind
Enslaving self to waiting in vain