Waiting Poem by Cris Ben

Waiting...
Just tell me you will come
And I will just be here penning verses and rhymes
Maybe about this bench, streets, the sky
Or anything just to let idle time pass by
And I will wait till I see, hear or feel the first sign
Of you'mid the the waves and tides of busy pedestrians.

Waiting...
At least show me even a bit of your intention
That I can hold onto and hope for
While I can still sing songs about sunshine and blue skies
As this sea of people dries up
Under these darkening clouds and this rustling bough above.

Waiting.
you are still coming right?
Still no word from you even then and now.
Though my heart foolishly dreams on,
I should prob'ly be up on my feet and get going
And leave for home the soonest before it starts raining.