Longing

Forlorn and lonely,

She stood beside the seashore,

Moist eyes searching for him only,

While her hair blew with the wind’s roar,

There was a void deep inside,

As if her soul had died,

Where wholly he could reside,

She looked up at the heavens and cried,

Jaded by constant anticipation,

Yet she could envisage, a sacred union,

In the midst of a glorious celebration,

Holding the hand of her lifelong companion,

Interminably, awaiting his arrival,

Considering him, the solitary reason for survival.