Widow's Walk

Two weeks from next Tuesday

You will find me here

Waiting where I’ve always been

Since the day you left

The confession of your dreams

Put all of mine on hold

And tied me to this widow’s walk

To weather out the storm

I know that you said

Not to wait

But I cannot help myself

I sit and stare

At my metaphoric sea

Hope rising with the sun

Born anew each day

Hope that you will realize

What you left behind

Hope that you’ll return

Some how

Some way

Some now

In triumph

Or defeat

I won’t care either way

As long as you

Make your way back

To me