Waiting

I sit at the door step,

Waiting for your return,

I wait and wait,

Through rain and hail,

Snow and wind.

I refuse to move,

I must wait,

I must wait.

Wait for what?

Your gone,

Must wait,

But must move on.

Oh lord I'm confused.

Help me choose,

Wait or give up.

Your gone but I must wait,

Wait for your sweet return.

I shall wait,

Wait until the day I die.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Oh how grabbing this poem is to the emotion. Really a nice write, i like this.