Awaiting

The Pensive Gaze

The Weight of Thought in the City's Mist.

The hours stretch, the silence deepens.
In this quiet moment, the heart waits,
 aching for the beloved's return

The Ache of Separation

Can I come over tonight, my dearest, 

oh? Why must I wait until tomorrow, 

or the day after, or the following day? 

This space between us feels a chasm deep, 

where lonely echoes in my conscience creep.

Longing's Endless List

 My world feels muted, colors dim and faint, until your laughter paints them bright again. 

Waiting so long to be with you is heart-aching, an unbearable itch,

 A constant tremor deep within my core, a hunger for the warmth I crave and more.

 My very being calls for your embrace, to find my solace in your loving space. 

A Lover's Urgent Plea

And the list of my longing goes on and on, a silent plea, from dusk until the dawn. 

The simplest touch, a glance, a whispered word— oh, every precious moment is deferred! 

Am I not your true and only love? If so, then tell me, why this harsh decree? 

My heart is ready, waiting to take flight, to banish shadows with your living light.