One Single Impression: A Winter's Day

You tell me you will come.

I wait. I watch. I listen.

I close my eyes,

And I imagine you are here.

Your arrival is a special occasion;

Your presence stops everything.

With me

The world inclines its head

In homage

To you.

I wait. I watch. I listen.

I close my eyes.

Nothing.

Silence.

This waiting is a cold hell that

Could erupt into a thousand flames

This instant

And consume every unkept promise.

"Do not wait for the one who leaves you waiting."

I hear the advice;

I feel the heat of the scornful glance

That says:

Think better of yourself; move on.

I turn away, run to the window:

I am waiting

For a storm

That will not come.

One Single Impression