The Waiting Game

Thus the waiting begins,
for a response to an ever growing question,
a question that has plagued my mind for quite some time,
perhaps there will not be one,
so be it,
if she has deemed me unworthy,
there is nothing I can do to change that,
or perhaps it will just take time,
for my words were a tad harsh,
but they were from my heart,
they needed to be freed,
released from the depth of my soul,

My intention was not to hurt her feelings,
as much as it was for me to get these thoughts out of my head,
I asked the cards for an answer,
and an answer was obtained,
they told me all about us,
why we met, and how she feels,
every detail strewn across,
a blanket on my basement floor,

Now all that's left,
is an answer from her,
of how she truly feels,
I wish to know all her thoughts,
of me, of us, of her, of what she wants to do,
for this should surely clear things up,
perhaps allowing me to rest,
oh just to know what she truly feels,
may clear this cloudy sky,
what happens from then on,
is unknown, but for now,
I shall wait out the storm.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008