You Keep Coming Back To Me And I'M Waiting Poem by Uriah Hamilton

There were numerous years
Lost in a dream
And imagining your face.

I've made promises to myself at midnight
Walking in the autumn rain
That one day I would be happy again
And we'd forgive each other.

I've often feared
Maybe I'd never see you
Until I'm too old to walk
And abandoned to a hospital room.

I've honored your birthdays
With gifts you haven't received
And candlelight evenings alone.

I wear glasses that only reveal
A variety of sunlight,
I insist the world is getting brighter
No matter any palpable loneliness.

I fail to distinguish the time,
I'm not sure the decades of my existence;
I'm certain we've kissed by a river
In August 1927.