Promise me you’ll wait…
Not just in the darkened shadows
Of a timid heart
Or in the dusty corners
Of a hushed mind—
But in the needy grasp of my palm,
Grown over in death;
Cold without your thoughts.
Don’t leave me behind…
Time is all I need,
And still one thing we’ve got.
Eager feet pace to and fro,
Expectant of many adventures—
But what joy is to be found in a voyage
Caked in solitude;
Drenched with forlorn dreams?
Walk with me again…
In the sweet ‘used-to-be’ we knew,
When life greeted love
In tender happiness
And never did we think twice—
But what was will never be again,
Solidified in your silence;
Echoing throughout our existence. |