August 14, 2011 by Heather Harris

Sad melodies, haunting harmonies

playing within my ears.

Cold, thin arms, loosely ’round me,

holding within the tears.

But time heals all, heals all wounds, they say,

with weak smiles and far-off eyes.

While I am here, aching pain today,

empty echoes and hollow sighs.

Fake, hopeful words, I do not need.

I know them all by heart.

I just want solace, newness, some relief

to ease this waiting part.


4 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Sometimes, all we want is something that feels real, rather than fake comfort… This rings familiar.

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