The Waiting Game

I often wonder how queens waited

After every battle, I was

Unsure of the king's return.

Or the captive princess

For the wanderer to free her

From the shackles of society.

Or the silent bare tree waits

For winter to be over

To fill its branches in bloom;

Or how the birds wait

For migratory season

To find another home.

I promised myself over and over.

I wasn't like them at all.

Yet I found myself

Waiting for you

At every chance I got.

From The Quill