For Whom Will I Wait?

I sit at a bus stop at the crossroads of my heart

And there I wait for a journey that may not start

The sun rises and sets as I wait for her to show

She who will mend me, and with whom I will go

I cannot leave, for what if she comes past?

Then I will wander, and I know I will not last

She is my soul and mind, my psyche and help

She takes my hand while loving me as herself

Flowers bloom around me, and soon they wilt and die

Ivy creeps across my eyes, but I give naught a sigh

The buses come and go, and still she is not here

Dusty skin, forsook by Death, yet I have no fear

I wait for her as blue stars rise, littering my sight

Tantalized with dreams untold, but I'm waiting for her light

I will not move and I will stay, though she will come late

Because if not for her, then for whom will I wait?

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to my lovely Korean sister Arah. :)

Reviews

[secret writer]

Funny!!!!! I like it, but because I know what you're talking about, I have to wonder. I feel slightly uncomfortable! Still, it's beatiful, and thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Emunah June.]

I didnt like this poem. I didnt like it at all...nope. Not in the slightest. Not even a little.

But...I did LOVE it however....

[Worms]

remember that wyou can wait for too long
sometimes you need to seek
weel written

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Wonderful!