Waiting

A thousand breaths that came and went,
A frustration that calmly jogged along,
a flower bloomed, and wilted to death,
and then a few footsteps nudged me hard.
A lonely glance perched upon some hope,
and a silent spring of anticipation.
A stoic wait that lasted an eternity,
and a promise that was never redeemed,
For you, O latecomer, I shall wait.
And wait as long as you live.

And once you die, I shall shed a tear,
and walk the same paths as you,
and I shall hope to see you around.
Sometime.