Would i?

Would i?

Would you write to me

If my letter arrived to you late

In the bleak hazy winter

When the road weren’t paved

I would still be waiting

not for the letter but you

Keep hope that you hold me still

Buried deeper than any grave

I would wait

A reply or anything at all

That you’ve learnt of my despair

That you don't care if its a ruse

This might take long

For a while its been on my mind

A case full of memories you’ve left

Full of longings left for me to choose.

Longer than i can think

I had been expecting an answer

Of my life to live, will it tell me how so?

Many of the things i crave but never enjoyed before

Patience is what’s killing me

Death would’ve been much faster.

But this horror of waiting will leave me burning

Slower and slower pain than any disaster.