Wait...

We've not spoken since Friday,

And every moment since then,

I've felt you slip further away,

The weight of sorrow bearing

Down upon both my shins.

The weight is inenarrable,

And the wait?

It's proven itself interminable,

A chasm from which I've

Been unable to escape—

Still I'm in free fall,

My heart a mangled waif.

I call your name,

But there is nay answer,

Stuck in still frame,

I'm static, and without you,

Feel as lifeless as a cadaver—

The moon itself waxes and wanes,

I never thought we'd be one to change colors...

Azure like the moon,

How did tomorrow come so soon?

You I'd just begun to croon—

Now my song is toxic

Like tainted legume—

I was caustic and acted

As though a buffoon;

In spite of what you think,

I do still love you.

You brought good to my life,

Once, and now again...hapless;

With you, I knew not of strife,

And felt as though atop earth's highest crest...

I fancy myself erudite—

Yet for all my knowledge,

To ignorance I sometimes regress,

And I'm sorry, truly contrite—

Please give me...one more chance.

- Kevin B. Waring