Waiting
Evelynne Murphy | 2026
How easily the clock continues, Ticking on into the infinite abyss. Someday, I hope my sins will be fixed, But until then, I’ll wait In Autumn’s lingering kiss. Shadows of orange only remind me of you
How easily flowers grow After blizzards in minutes– Vibrant red bloomings Of tentative forgiveness. Sunshine floats through the air, Daffodils bloom, And a new spring lays bare Beneath my withered hands, My calluses and scars; Somehow, in time, They begin to look like art.
My fragmented glass heart; Its beauty in shambles, Somehow I start To see a new angle– Time heals and time hurts Yet I’ve learned That the heartbreak is worth
So, while the time ticks by… I’ll wait for something new.
All the love I’ve earned.
Soon, freezing cold breezes Accompany a grave white winter; What an icy apology from a shivering sinner. Taken hostage by snow, I live in despair. And the time ticks by, Yet, I sit and stare At the blue tint on my hands And the frost on your lips,
At the loss of our plans, A frozen solid eclipse.
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