She sat on the balcony tonight,
Smoking her cigarette, thinking of him.
She felt each drag of it enter her lungs,
Poisoning her with every puff.
Like he had poisoned her.
With every touch, every embrace,
She cared for him more and more.
She sits at home, waiting,
Waiting for the day he will be hers.
"But that day doesn't look like its going to be here anytime soon."
She thought to herself.
She hardly knows him,
He hardly knows her,
Yet in a way, they've know each other all along.
Through time and space,
They found each other, wishing for the day,
They would be together.
He is beautiful in her eyes.
His courtly manner, most of the time,
His quirky sense of humor,
His intellegence, his personality,
Everything about him draws him nearer to her heart.
Her emotions in a vortex,
Unable to escape,
Out of control, lost, confused,
She wanders her thoughts, in search of an answer
That is right in front of her.
Wishing the answer were simpler,
But understanding what it is she must do,
She moves forward, through the pain.
Facing reality in the form of him.
Wishing he were hers,
In his arms, oh how they held such warmth for her
The last time she was embraced by him.
Wanting to hold onto that feeling,
She speaks to him through her journals,
Poems, and stories.
Wishing that he would see how much she cares,
Wishing he would hold her, if only for a short while,
While she sleeps. To be cared about again.
Wishing he were hers, she see's one lone tear
Fall to the pillow and disappear.
She lays her head down, falls asleep,
And dreams of him,
Wishing.........
