This time I won't go past the front porch.
I'll sit on the step and let the dew soak into my skin and the humidity choke me,
Unmoving, unloving
Staring blankly as the bittersweet world passes by.
I will try my hardest not to think about these times
But I can't make any promises
except one:
This time I am waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
These Times
Poetry"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying." -Sarah Dessen A collection of Poems
