Sometimes, it is in the wait,
the-wondering-when that becomes
the knife that cuts so deeply.
It is in those moments I take a deep breath and know that if I am to love and love deeply, that I must know that my love is worth far more than gold or platinum.
My sorrow lies in the idea that this treasure may not be valued as such. My fear is that it might slip through the very fingers I love as it has so many times before.
Yet, still I wait.
Still I cry.
Still I miss you.
~CWylde © 2016