Waiting

My eyes are dazzled by the bright sunshine so I just fall asleep again. Rain pours from the sky in a sudden. How long should I wait more? When waiting gets easier someday, smiling to my scars wouldn’t be that hard. You remain in my reminiscence walking next to me when I was somewhere. I feel that I can see you in the dim of bright light from my closed eyes.

I use half of my day thinking of you to write a letter. However, I’m tired and dull unlike my first look of loving you. As I wait for your reply that doesn’t arrive anymore, I write my wandering sadness that I cannot send. I will get close to you after I convey what I could not tell you before. Will you recognize me? I keep the figure of you in my heart who once told me you will see me someday.

Waiting

He is waiting for her standing on the street. He keeps thinking of her. How would she look like today? What should he tell her? It makes him little bit nervous. He wants to be there in every moment. He doesn’t want to regret later. He is really happy to think that he will see her soon.