The Waiting....

Where have you gone today, 
my only love?
the weather weeps its tears
and wears a dull grey overcoat
waiting to bring a deluge 
of floods into my  already 
chill  autumn of the just vanishing 
warmth of your sunshine.

I check my phone every few minutes
but you have not opened the windows
to  let the best rays of your  sunshine
silence my searching with you presence.

I will wait here
watching through the mist
of the stained glass emotion
of your absence
until you send me a signal 
that we are still connected
soulmates.

Author Notes

Did I just write those lines? I'm still at the window waiting for the window cleaner to bring the snow down upon my watching!

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a day ago

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

You've expressed that feeling of waiting beautifully.

[Marshall]

You ( and only you) know how that was written. Isn't that amazing. I told you yesterday I wrote it on the Ferry to Johns Place. It was a cold dull grey trip and I mixed up the moods of the weather with waiting for your message. It is amazing how easily it writes itself. Poems are all about emotion. I am emotional. Are you.?

[Matching Socks]

All writers are or else what would we have to write about? Work?
That would be a very dull Poem