Monday, April 23, 2012


Waiting in the corner, walls bathed in shadows,    
wide awake
I hear echoes of footsteps
signaling your long-awaited presence.
Though ambivalence drowns me
from within,
I go to you with my cup of offering.
Love and hunger, restrained by fear and uncertainty
I long for your arms,
your gentle affirmation.
In your eyes I see you want to reach out for me
but simultaneously,
Your beating heart defeated,
left to wither by broken hopes and dreams
Back to my corner, my cocoon,
another night passes
thirst unquenched.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will
be warmer,
forcing open shut buds.