Friday, 13 September 2019

Waiting for Godot

One day blends into another night 
I still wait for the moon to smile
A sign, a hint, a crinkled corner 
at the corner of your eye,
At the same bend of the road
Where we said hello to Jupiter
Only your arms were around me
And I didn’t exist 
Each day I read on the net 
Hoping for an instant painkiller
How to make him yours again
How to love yourself more
Ten ways to heal a broken heart
Regret brings back nothing
And I write down my goals
As if putting things down on paper 
Was all I ever needed to do to
Be able to breathe again
But the paper fills with meaningless 
Goals. A holiday, a book to be written
Learn to make an obscure sweet from
Childhood’s candied memories
A new hair style, more lunch dates 
An app where you can state your
Choices in left and right swipes
At virtual, possibly real, people 
Having done that, I return 
To the window ledge 
Where you held me in your arms
And I didnt exist 
If all I want is to disappear in your arms
What will these pages and pages 
Of existing without you do
And so I wait. Again and again
And yet again
For that one moonlit night



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