Waiting

© 2007 cerenimo

Waiting... waiting… waiting until hopelessness...
Counting the wall’s stones, the street’s cobblestones
The clouds in the sky
And even your footsteps when you’re tired to count the seconds
Every evening to be tired of waiting,
every morning to be ready to wait again until nightfall.
... and, day after day, the deepening loneliness …
Waiting, not for seeing another’s eyes, but for your eyes being seen by another
Waiting, not for someone, but for someone’s comeback
Waiting, not for love, but for being loved
Waiting for sincerity. Waiting for hope. Waiting for thoughtfulness…