The Waiting

I was waiting for you

Calling and talking

while walking alone

But you were gone

You left, months away

To sway yourself

To change some things

To get your feelings in order.

I waited and waited

but your arrival was belated

by chance and change.

I waited still, I called

Through autumn rains and winter snows

Was it real, or was it all for show?

Will I ever know?

There goes your fool

A tool, still standing,

Stranded in waiting.