Waiting

Who are we but waiters
Upon oblivions edge?
Where is our Eurydice
Our Odysseus, Our
Henry?

The lost lover, beyond
away.
Out there somewhere, her
presence
is real, felt
accentuating her absence in our now.

A time traveller,
random, uncertain, yet
the only thing we know.

We shuttle through life
Oh, its wicked and lonely
ebbs
Waiting.

Our eyes stare into the
nothingness the void the
absurdity
of it all.
Yet we cling.
Because we believe
beyind all measure
that she's out there.
Somewhere.

And oh,
what bliss
what ecstasy
what sheer joy
she would bring.
If only she came.
Alas for now,
only emptiness.

We waiters watch
wait
yearn
wait an eternity
for moments,
fleeting seconds,
yet
it is all worth while.

Is it all
gone
past
behind me?

Something that touched me
touched me so,
yet something
I can never touch again?

God, help me
Help me find find her.
Help me wait.