"I waited"

 

I waited for your words. 

They never came, but I still waited. 

Did they get lost between there and here? 

Are they out there but coming like and echo fading. 

Did you shout them from a valley? 

Or did you go to the highest mountain? 

Next time I’ll send pen, paper, and envelopes. 

And one stamp for each day your gone. 

For now, I’ll wait, I know they are drifting towards me. 

When they come, I will take each one from the air. 

They’ll reach me soon.