With one foot in and one foot out the door
I'm always one to keep another waiting
Now the coffee's cold and I'm left contemplating
If anything at all's worth waiting for

Why let this moment drown in expectation?
Now is not the time and we both know
to ask for any sort of explanation
is to ask for more than you or I would owe.

Half past one my foolish heart still races
every time the entry doorbell chimes
This city home to seven million faces
could disappoint me seven million times.

Trickling echoes
Down that hallway of mine
Did you whisper my name?
Or was it goodbye?
I stood by your room
Beckoning you to come out
But you were distracted
By some kind of doubt
As I wrote out a note
And slipped it inside
I wonder, will you read
Or cast it aside
Then silence was my answer
For this I did find
Because you were afraid
Of your own little mind

When one's life has hit rock bottom
At the ripe old age of nineteen
When the apple of life has gone rotten
And hopeful plans wither to faded dreams

When one's confidence is shot
And one's hope has slowly waned
When one's faith in love is all but lost
And one's self-esteem's been drained

When one's spent their life to overcome
The pain of losing their one true one
When one's reached out to touch only ice
To be judged and rejected once, twice, thrice

When one's messages are deleted unread
And pictures cannot fill the hole in one's heart
When the only chance to hear your voice is in one's head
One begins the onerous process of falling apart

When healing has begun and the dull throb doesn't beat one jaded
When the sunlight breaks the clouds for the first time in dark ages
When the black hole ***** a little less and the stars aren't so faded
One will still be here waiting to hear an answer sought by fools and sages

He wrote poetry

As one may take the bus

Patiently waiting in the eye of the storm

His storm, the storm of thought

With or without cause or fuss

Or an element of uncertainty

Whether or not the wait will deliver

Deliver us to the fate of salvation

Withering by the prolonged waiting for someone is strangulation of euphoric flavor.

© Spriha Kant

The moments when words are choked up by your own tears
The times you were chased by your worst fears
The amount of time I waited for it to pass, all those years
The people who were beside you through it all slowly disappears
The end of your suffering slowly, slowly nears
Happiness sometimes interferes
Coming in playing with your emotions
Ticking your feelings for a small giggle
But it shows no devotions
Leaves your life grey
While you wait for it to end
While you keep playing pretend
Waiting for the end
~6/4/21