“Lonely,” she said, but what could I do? Told her I’m sorry and lonely too.
“Said we wouldn’t do this again,” warrior princess said on the phone, impotently I sighed so far from her throne.
“Wish I could hold you and take away pain, but we are still in waiting game.” Words that I said have no healing power as each passing day optimism’s devoured. “I’ll see you soon, just hold on till full-moon, the end is in sight, our time will come soon.”
“Yes,” replied my goddess of Earthly delight, “I know that that’s true and that you are right, yet still here I sit alone with heavy dark heart wishing that we were not so long apart.”
No words to say, no solace to give, just waiting for hourglass sand to drop through the sieve.