all along the white line
with strained eyes
and a heartache
of the silence
slowly killing
any remnants
of love they had

she thinks of him
afar
knowing
that their only choice
is patience
and wonders
how it ever became
so lonely

always there for him
yet now for granted
she is taken
her love
long ago
forsaken
as life
weaves it’s weary path

she is hoping
for some magic
for fate to twist
towards her longing
he is hoping
it won’t be tragic
and that their kiss
will begin their belonging