Waiting

The air . . .
between us
seems to have grown
as cold
and painful
as the moments of time
untold

We are . . .
we seem
to be
the end
to the once beautiful
love story
now
alone in loneliness
I ache
like a thousand years of darkness
yearning for light
tired of my heart weeping
through too many
sleepless nights
yet
my breaths . . .
they have no choice
you stole them
as you did
my voice

And so
I sit
in silence
hurting
crying
waiting
for time
to heal