I pray I will grow angry with you.
But my heart waits.
I saw you on the Internet the other day.
You used a photo I took of you one of those last days in the sun.
But did you ask permission? No.
You don’t talk to me now.
I wish I was angry and hurt.
Instead I’m waiting, in pain.
I want to forget you.
If only my tears could wipe my memory clean.
If only I could love again
But I can’t, since I’m waiting.
Waiting for you.