Waiting

When and where
shall I see the eyes
that left no sign
of saying goodbye?

Is there a mistake
in what I’ve done?
To think again
that I hadn’t come
here alone to meet someone
who would be waiting for me?

But all I see
along the path
beside the lake…

No one waits
beneath the trees
for me.

What dreams I made?
What kept my faith
Hours of wait
that filled my days…
for years and years
For whose sake?

Doesn’t this waiting make
me wide awake
to see the truth
before it’s too late?

That I can’t be waiting forever,
As it should be now or never.

Will he?
Or won’t he?
Keep the solemn promise
he made to me?