Endless Wait Poem by ritty patnaik

i lean with grief
and sit alone,
from dawn to dusk.
at night,
my heart opens to
darkness, and
i talk to myself
about things unknown.

yes, i am waiting
whoever comes
appears to be you

breath of my life
blend with your image
deep within me.

you can roam the world
there are many flowers.
only the bee knows
the taste of honey!