I wait for you
not in the places we once knew,
but in the quiet spaces between moments-
in the hush before dawn,
in the pause between heartbeats.

I wait for you
where your laughter once lingered,
in the echo of footsteps fading down familiar halls,
in the scent of rain on warm pavement.

I wait for you
not counting days or hours,
but measuring time by the weight of absence,
by the gravity of longing.

I wait for you
not with hope or despair,
but with the simple truth
that some part of me
remains where you left it-
still,silent,
waiting for you.