I waited
Every day I waited
for you to come up my floor
and tell me yes
you also feel the tremor
of this unspoken sadness.
Tell me that
through our common walls
you hear the whispers
of my agonizing reason
I am a mess! Tell me
that you hear my footsteps
as my mind wanders
in the forbidden corners of this room
while I quietly hope.
I waited
and looked over my window
to see what we are both seeing
as the trees begin to sway
and leaves fall on the pavement
as my view turns overcast
tell me you will remember
and tell me yes
you also feel the rain in my heart.
That through the glass
you hear my silent screams
as the rain pours on every word
that you do recognize
how yearning has turned to patience
my thoughts to stupor
my laughter to a raging storm.
And assure me, yes
you too feel the cold
that the wind brings in our separate lives
that you shiver as much as I do
in the thought of another night.
I waited for you
to linger in my corridor
and play a song by my prison door
liberate me with a tender refrain,
or with a simple line,
say something, anything!
that is recognizably mine
and offer me a resonant chord
that I can carry in my heart
as I too meander in the vastness
of this undeclared passion.
and leave me an unfinished poem
and let me end it, into a great epic
that as you say, we will never have,
Tell me that, yes you do
hear the sonnet of unrequited love.
I guess I’ve waited long enough.
(October 2006)
