The Wait by Gary R. Hess
This poem is about me waiting for a girl to take back her break up. She said a few hurtful things, but she was also quite emotional. I thought she would have changed her mind, but did not.
Category: Break up poems The Wait Time Clicks as I await The hour ends before my take Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes The day grows old as night passes Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing Silence begins the day as morning comes without notice Tears begin to fall, slowly The day moves on without hope Wishing to be what is not to be The sun moves to its peak without a whisper or retreat Time moving, but still empty Stomach aching, curling Still waiting Written April 23, 2004