i am waiting. . .
for someone who will
hold my hand
when i am lonesome
touch my cheek
to reassure me
wipe my tears
dry my eyes
hold me close
when i am hurting
tell me it'll be
fine, she'll make everything alright
sit with me in silence
when there's nothing left to say
someone who knows
my moods, my dreams
my passion my whims
my stories
every anecdote
and she adds her own
every sound that i make
my simple gestures
every smile, shrug
she understands
without question
someone who'll fight with me
and laugh with me
my very own superhero
she'll know every scar
tend to every wound
heal me

i have waited. . .
every single day
every single hour
hoping that one
unassuming day
she'll find me
run to me
promise me she'll stay

i will still wait. . .
i am tired
my dearest
of lying in endless
anticipation for
someone who may not
even really exist
but the hope
that by some
screwed up luck
you might come for me. . .

okay, i'll be here
at least for a few more days