Ways

Oh to count them
The ways I wanted you
to be here,
The need

Not all power
and glory and such
the ways
that I needed you.

The longing,
   wanting
     waiting
        needing ways

To bad they will
never come to
fruition.

I am
and then
was here;
waiting pensively
for that one call

to set me free...

Yet you digress...

How shameful...

Sorry dear,
please understand
that now it cannot happen.

The worlds fire
has fizzled
and failed.

So Long....