Waiting…

(Rough Copy)

Free Spirit...
Sad are my nights since your departure
You are half of my verses
My muse and inspiration.

I pray to the Gods to return my heart, which is you
Come save me from the torture of this oblivion
Let me feel your touch one more time
Free Spirited woman, your arrival was the sweetest gift
Your departure my demise.

My indecision cost me dearly
Now you no longer walk my path
Where are you now?
Who walks beside you?
In whose arms have you found refuge?
Who kisses you goodnight?
These questions torture my soul and my mind.

Time has cleared my doubts among the swirls of lies
The truth was always written in your eyes
Yet blinded was I
And now I pay the highest price
For it seems you have made your choice
And forever we shall be apart. 

Fool was I to coward at the idea of walking beside you
Or maybe you were always meant to be a passerby
Like a butterfly gently landing on the most delicate flower
A moment to be treasured...
A moment not meant to last. 

I shall always remember your passion to live
You shall always be my free spirited girl
The one I let walk away
The one I hope one day to return
Praying to the winds to carry my words
Praying to the gods to have pity on my heart
Waiting...
Just waiting...

Sofia E. Falcone