Days,

Weeks,

Months,

They pass.

And I wait.

I wait on you.

I wait on a FaceTime, 

A call,

Some word.

But you don't call.

You don't FaceTime,

You send no word.

If you miss me I wouldn't know. 

If you wishedd me dead, I would not know.

But I wait.

I hope.

I hope that someday,

Someday you may miss me.

You might call, you might FaceTime.

And even when all hope is gone... 

Still. 

I wait.

I wait in the late hours of night,

And the wee hours of the morning. 

I just wait.

I don't move on, 

I dont leave. 

I only wait.