Waiting

for you. My hand is out, waiting for yours to find its way back home. Tears will stream down my face and yet my smile never leaves. My eyes search for yours and while only meeting for a second, they never move.

It’s cold outside and I don’t feel it. I don’t feel the light touch of the rain cold and soft on tense shoulders. Is it there or do I only see it? I’m thinking about how I’ve compared you to the rain. I still feel that way.

I wait for you, for you to change your mind. Say something other than no and I’m sorry. All I need is you to stay. It’s heavy isn’t it?

And now I wait for a call. A call that isn’t coming. You’re scared. I’m scared. What are we scared of again?

Oh yeah, getting hurt. How stupid this is. I hurt everyday, mostly without you. Why do I want the hurt with you instead?

I’ll keep writing in a bit M.

K