Patience

I miss you

And I’m waiting for your return.

I’ve become quite impatient

But all I want is for you to be home.

I know your legs don’t work anymore,

And I know blood no longer runs

through your veins.

I know your heartbeat stopped that

December night,

And I know mine almost did as well.

But I still wait

every evening

For you to come in

And kiss me goodnight.

Some call me desperate,

Others call me lonely.

But when I lost you

I lost the best part of me.