I await in my tower waiting for him

Day by day

And night by night

I wait

 

I watch the sun rise and the sun set

The wind blows in my face mockingly

I watch the clouds gather and disperse at the height of my tower

When is he coming?

 

I bring my loaf of bread to the window

And drink my water, I start to lose my hope and optimism

Maybe he’s just running late

Maybe he just lost his way

 

I grow weary and wrinkles form on my face

It’s been 60 years since my hope has been with me

The vines stalk up my tower and encompass the bricks

He’s not coming

 

Tears fall down to my cheeks

I lay on my bed and covered up in my blankets

My long hair creeping after me like a wedding dress train

I close my eyes and exhaled one last time

 

‘You should’ve came earlier, my love’