Something new i wrote - Waiting
Words and worries stretch between us unsaid. Tightening the middle space and shooting sorrow through its length. Is this how its going to be? I find no answers even though I seek. Inside where the secrets lie. Oh how they lie. Why is it harder to have this kind of faith? Faith in love and self and that other person that shares my days. He walks by and I look after him. Wanting something I cannot name. It feels like emptiness dwells where love should sigh. A bitterness cultivated through years. I’m not ready. We try so hard to fill these lives. Walking through the spaces where unsaid words hang and die. What is it we’re waiting for? What is it that we want? Are our expectations too high? Or is this simply just the wrong place or the wrong time? Please someone tell me. What am I waiting for?