Years have passed by,
a thousand and one,
waiting in denial,
for a last speck of hope,
to diminish,
to leave me stranded,
in this abyss
while I clutch on to
flickering memories
real and unreal,
Was I waiting for you,
or your promise?
it has been so long dear,
frankly I don’t remember,
yet,
I am waiting,
in denial.
beautiful touchy poem