Our hearts slammed shut without a word;
Though we had nothing that should be heard,
I think I could see it anyway.
Since you fell, I’ve been waiting,
Waiting for that rumpled package,
I think it’ll be here any day.

I’m still waiting by these rusted doors,
Waiting for the ink to dry,
Wating for my chance to try,
But I’m afraid I may be waiting a little more.

My heart hung up without a word,
Though nothing I said could be heard,
I think it felt it anyway.
Since he faded, I’ve been waiting,
Waiting for that half-wrapped present,
It ought to be here any day.

I’m still dancing on these dust-covered floors,
Waiting for my turn to leave,
Waiting for my chance to see,
“But we’re afraid you may be waiting a little more.”

I’m still here,
Waiting for you,
Waiting for my love to hear,
These truths they’ve spoken,
Loves they’ve broken,
Because I don’t want to lose,
What I wish were true.

Hey, I would like to know is this poem based on something you actually went through, or are they just words or events that just flowed in your head. I know in the poem you were waiting for something or someone, what was it?

No, I've never been through anything like that...like you said, these are just ideas that were floating around in my head. The 'I' repeated in the poem was not me, but she (whoever that is) was waiting on someone (a lover, perhaps?), that obviously never came back.

I haven't seen you on the site before, are you new?

Yeah I'm a new member. I just joined a couple of days ago.