Spring:
We spend days at a time lost in each other.
We go out in public, meeting new friends.
We have our first fight and cry.
Another promise broken…
You say you’re going to call…so I wait
Summer:
It has been a year, you’re still not here.
I ache without you, my heart is broken.
This isn’t who I am, it has to change.
How often can you say “I’m working on it”?
The one thing I can’t do anymore…is wait.
By:
Makara LookingHawk