Awaiting An Arrival

Where could he be?
Where could he be?
As I looked over my shoulder,
I realized he could not be seen.
Observing my surroundings,
I saw trees as far as the eye could see,
in every direction, in every path.
I hoped I would not be doomed here,
for the rest of eternity.

He left me here, alone by the lake,
saying “Sweetie, I will return.”
So here I have sat,
awaiting his faithful arrival.
I have been here for hours,
without a reassuring word.
He has not been true to his word,
he has not returned.
Above me, the sky is content,
a bright blue.
However, my heart is not as pacified,
as the sky overhead.

Has he left me?
Has he betrayed me?
I promised my trust would be eternal,
But he is nowhere to be found.
We have said our vows,
“In sickness and in health,
I will take care of you.”
The man I rest my head with,
the man I share my bed with.
How I longed to hear his words once more,
“Sweetie, I have returned.”
For him to come back and see me,
for him to comfort me once more.

As I sat alone on the solemn ground,
accepting my lonely fate,
I heard a rustle in the bushes.
I jumped; is it a bear? A wolf?
But an animal did not emerge from the bushes.
It was the figure of a person.
Suddenly, I heard a masculine voice,
that said “Sweetie, I have returned.”
As my heart jumped with glee,
I rushed over.
Tears streamed down my face as he spoke.
He said “I will take care of you.”