Poetry #4
Whispering to the wind,
Awaiting your heartfelt reply,
But only to be met with silence,
Realizing you're already gone.
And with silenced I conversed,
The hopelessness suddenly grew,
Still, I had faith to believe,
Until time eventually flew.
Reminding myself of this empty hole,
Digging myself an early grave?
All hope might be lost.
Am I here for you to save?
Whispering to the wind,
With my eternal melancholy comply,
Still waiting, standing, hoping,
This silence means your last goodbye.