Waiting...

I fiddle with my hair unconsciously waiting,
hoping...dreaming of the day you'd come back to me.
The hours seem longer than the days that pass me by,
as the bedsheets turn cold, reeking of unforgotten memories.
Kiss me one last time and let me feel once again the rush
of passion, lust and desire.
Do you remember the wallet that was lost?
Do you remember what was in it?
I knew what was in it, and I know you did too.
Years of stuffing it with lies, lies that never made sense to us.
Yet you still seem to misunderstand what carries me to this
unknown shore of uncertainty.
I asked you why?
You kept giving more of your lies.
I am tired of waiting forever now because forever was never enough.