Waiting

I sat on a rock and I waited.
Watching the river roll through.
Rapids over stone,
sounds that put me at home.
How this would be so much better with you!
But silent you’ve grown
in the days that have passed.
Your face but a memory;
I’m not sure it will last.
Did I dream it all up?
too good to be true?
Words that mean nothing
when its actions undo.

The hope of new like.
attraction reciprocated.
Words that stir warmth,
leave want…
Nothing.
Gone like the passing of a Summer shower.
Left cold and insecure.
A temporary taste of what could be so right,
but something went wrong.

A heavy sign follows;
rushing water in the distance.
Oh, how it’s taking divine intervention
for belief that I’m made to enjoy
life’s little mysteries,
each passing day
when hope becomes stagnant,
my hand still not held…

I sat on a rock and I waited.
Watching the river roll through.