Waiting

staring out of the window 

waiting for you 

I fill your cup 

while my tea

gets cold 

lit the oven fire

waiting for you 

i cook your favourite dish

feeling its warmth in my heart 

knowing it won't burn long 

enough

waiting for you 

I am 

waiting for you 

the ticking clock 

is deafening 

until there it echoes

the sounds of your footstep

I see myself 

opening the door 

even before you

knock 

i speak my soul to you

as I feel the silence 

suck my words and 

your empty eyes 

stare back at me 

and yet every day I 

find myself 

waiting 

for 

you