Waiting for Everything to Change

The stillness,

before the clouds collide and

the thunder and lightening starts.

The moment where the city 

seems to stop all its bustling

just before a storm.

The couple of seconds that

are so quiet, not even the squeak

of a mouse can be heard,

right before tragedy strikes.

That's what this feels like.

You sit next to me,

but it feels like you're in

another universe.

You haven't been returning

my calls, my messages.

Have you forgotten

about all that we had

just a month ago?

I don't know if I can

take the silence.

So I wait.

I wait for the rejection.

I wait for the words,

"We just don't have anything

in common anymore".

I wait to be broken down,

to cry in my bedroom

with the music blasting

at full volume.

I keep waiting.

But nothing happens.

The clouds part.

The storm seems to

be moving away.

But now the fog rolls in.

And nothing is clear.

I leave the door to my heart

open.

But you don't step inside.

You don't slam it shut either.

So, I'm stuck waiting

for everything to change.

You're still next to me.

And, oh god, I'm still waiting.