Waiting

by JB Guancia Dormido   Dec 21, 2015


Waiting.
-one of the worst things about living.
Waiting for a knock on closed doors,
waiting for the sound of footsteps
to echo on empty
hallways,
waiting for a tap on your shoulder
as you sit
on one of the aligned unoccupied
benches alongside the road,
Waiting for that particular voice to call your name, waiting for your phone to ring-for a call;
to beep-for a text
or
a chat.
Waiting for the sun to
set;
for the sun to
rise;
for the hours to
pass,
waiting for the train to
stop,
for the bus to leave,
waiting for the rain to
fall;
for the storm to cease.
Waiting for things.
Perhaps,
waiting for nothing.
Perhaps,
waiting for the impossible to happen.
Waiting,
hoping,
hurting;
you think they differ,
but I'm telling you,
they're just the same.

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