Left Waiting

If left waiting
I could stand here
For a lifetime
Lost on the horizon
In empty fields
Hour after hour
Sunrise to sunset
Basking in the glow
Of your distant memory
A smile, now far away
Dreaming of the chance
You might notice me
In the way, I notice you
To feel your hand
Brush my cheek
As your lips, lift me
From my knees
Your voice, carries me
From this place
Where I’m left waiting
Toiling through the hours
And miles away
From the only thing
I know as home

124 comments

  1. I’m studying the Latin elegists in my university module at the moment, the work of the canonical love poets including Ovid and Propertius from the Augustan era. But this can rival anything I’ve read. Your work oozes genuine feeling and emotion, and that’s what takes it to such a high level, that and your gift with words. A superb poem, River. Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  2. You keep writing my story lately, and it makes me feel less alone along these “empty fields.” (Even though you and I prefer the fields to ourselves, one particular person there with us is what we really long for.) “If left waiting/I could stand here/For a lifetime” anticipating your next poem. 🙂

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