The Wait

The mood is melancholy,

The ambience sad.

The soul is weary,

The body tired.

 

I think about you,

But my thoughts have dried.

I murmured your name

And then I cried

 

In the last of moment of the agony,

Someone died.

 

Just because,

I waited for you,

in vain.

 

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