Poem-A-Day: Day 448

Waiting for the Day

It was a fight that brought the walls dry tears.
Roll away, then perhaps forgive and disappear.

Blind arrogance walked away half chance,
waiting for you to come…come back.
Forget goodbye,
never on the sense of pride tell the world
your story slammed without a word.
In a fit you stood up, that you,
me…back to me…
you, me, you…me.
No, a single thought never had the day
that you come to, you come back.
Life long light of dawn at hand
keep safe your fantasy, and give the night
the light of day life long at hand.

Waiting for the end, your fantasy,
come and stay to give the night to fall.