Sitting here alone.
Waiting.
But you aren't found.
Sitting.
Listening.
But no footsteps fall upon the ground.
Sitting.
Watching.
But no shadows are cast on the walls.
Sitting.
Waiting.
But there aren't any calls.
Standing here alone.
Head bowed.
Hunched over in the rain.
Standing.
Gazing.
At the place in which you're lain.
Standing.
Crying.
Laying flowers at your feet.
Standing.
Head bowed.
Until again we can meet.
In memory of Paul, a beloved friend.
