I’ve been waiting for that first word to fall,
Wondering if your story will be shared at all?
Reached across a divide intending to ignite a spark,
The increasing void smothering all light with dark.
I know I shouldn’t have, the ache couldn’t resist
Mind raptured by a quiet voice of incessant insist!
The relentless longing to dispel age old truths,
Years of memories, feelings still yet to be proved. It’s like a blazing furnace that never ever ends
Trying to extinguish truth that forever transcends.
Constant apologies bleed from my ever marked soul
It’s not your place or mine to ever really know.
And so I wait… hopelessly… for that first word to fall.
Knowing, mine should never have fallen at all.
