Always Waiting

NB: This is a very old poem of mine, I am moving out of my void folder, Always waiting.

Always Waiting

I sit at this empty table, waiting for my angel.
I know that she will not come, so why do I sit and wait?
Time is slowly moving against me, perhaps I should move on with life?
No, what if she comes while I leave?
I must stay… just in case.
So here I sit, at this empty table…
Waiting for this angel.
But I know that she will not come, so why do I sit and wait?
This empty table… alone and cold, my eyes in ache for sleep.
With tears and silence creeping in…
I  will wait our my days.

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