I turn
And watch them go
Not a wave
Not a word
Past smiles
Sustain me
Loathe moments as these
I bleed
Alone I stand
Awaiting
The day
To see them again
Like sheets of paper
I fold in
Hoping to trap something of old
To behold...
Nothing's there
It's cold
Just air
Within each arm-fold
Unfinished business keeps
me at bay
Till Time bids me
Wait up for me
