Waiting for connection,
my heart stumbles in its rhythm,
aching for the soft glow of your words,
a message that never comes soon enough.

Hollow hours stretch wide,
since last I held you close—
your breath warm against my lips,
our mouths joined in a tender hush.

Ours is no ordinary love.
Not a spark that burns and fades,
but a steady flame, unseen by most,
a bond beyond flesh—
two souls tracing the same path.

Through storms and silence,
we have stood as each other’s anchor,
rock against rock,
holding the weight of the world together,
keeping each other whole.

Still, I wait—
not with despair,
but with quiet faith,
knowing the distance bends,
but never breaks,
what was written for us.

There is a light that comes from the telly,
Sometimes the moon shines in the night,
But not a flicker from the table,
No message pops up in the chat.
I wonder when the time is coming,
When does the blink mean less than that?
I circle back, afraid of something—
Not getting any, and yet getting some.

I'm living in meantimes

in a checkout queue or a lobby
at the hairdresser and the laundry
and when I take ***-bits and pastry

I'm living in meantime

when it's quiet in the train
when it's cloudy under the plane
and while I'm singing a refrain

when I'm at a stop in suburbia
take shelter and wait under a pergola
or pass over a few turns

when visitors are not coming
when it is silent after a greeting
and after excuses for early leaving

when friends whine about communication
repeat their stories with every consideration
for a lack of interest in a real conversation

In that meantime, the quotidian
breaks in between the action
I realize that I am alive

Resigned he stands firm,

while he keeps smiling bravely --


under his moustache.

tonight i will wait
i will wait for hours
i will wait for days
i will wait for you
no matter how long it takes

i am lonely
and there is nobody to talk to
the only i can do
is wallow in my self pity
and let my mind convince me i am doomed

i am falling
but i cannot reach out for help
because i am still waiting
waiting for you to come back
i'm waiting for you to hold me once more
i am waiting for your open arms
and your comfortable embrace

so tonight ill wait
ill wait for
hours
i will wait for days
i will wait for you
no matter how long it takes.

Waiting for life
Is to wait for death.
You will have time.
But you never know
Which will be your last breath

There were many times
I cried
beside you
lying in bed
wrapped in blankets
I don’t know if you heard
I only know you did nothing
I’m still waiting
for you to do something

For years, refugees

have to stay in the waiting --


area of hope.