I reached out to you yesterday.
You had just told me how you felt,
You said it felt difficult.
I felt it too.

Three weeks it had been.
The silence echoed.
I questioned myself, had I done something?
I waited and waited…

I asked to meet up again,
You didn’t respond.
The day before you sounded different,
Then I heard nothing but my own heartbeat.

I had been over the moon.
I thought you might like me.
Do you though?
How am I to know.

My friend saw us,
Were you asked about it, and it felt too much?
Or were you honest…
You just felt like you were gonna mess something up.

today was like most days,
we lay together in my bed.

skin to skin.
heart to heart.

your head resting on my chest,
our breaths syncing onto one rhythm.

you held me so tight,
with such love and care.

the only difference today,
from all the days before,

was that today,
you wiped my tears as they fell.

and today,
i wasn't your girlfriend.

yet you still looked at me
with the same love in your eyes.

maybe even more.

if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.

Bus stop Bus Stop
Your whereabouts unknown
Every morning I look forward to
My time spent alone
I listen to my music
As loud as it can go
But where is the bus?
Nobody knows
I know the entire route
Potholes and all
When will it get here?
I can't stand being stalled

I gaze at the time,
it's eleven fifty-nine.
I won’t sleep tonight,
when I got you on my mind.

I'm waiting for something that's not to come
Like waiting for the end of war
Like waiting for the end of greed
Like waiting for the end of corruption
Like waiting for the end of poverty
Like waiting for the end of pollution
Like waiting for the end of misery
Like waiting for the end of injustice
Like waiting for the end of this eternal cycle