Poezja

I've been waiting
waiting just for you
my eyes are tired, dull, shaky
yet searching,
every moment, for a sign
a hint of your tip toe

crawling shadows
dripping blanket
pins and needles
a yawning clock
tick, tack, tick, tack

it's not just 12 straight hours
the mechanical twitching and clicking of my nerves
it's more than that
-it's an infinite string of sighs
-an ocean of perhaps and what ifs

stung, stuck, electrocuted
as if swimming against a battalion of jellyfish
so you just never knew what i've been through
and so may i ask,
where were you?