Oct 20 Waiting (Poetry)

I know you are there,
hiding from me and making me stare
at the screen of pain,
with whole my veins
pulsing slowly.
You are glowing in the darkness
when I close my eyes.
I want to hold it tight
but there you go
without fail and to the foe
leaving me without told.

For I could not stop thinking
as I am blinking,
you, the only
and the very.
What should I do
but to
wait and look
for the impossible and the book,
I long lost,
named The Pact, with the frost
I hope the sun will melt your iciness
with the warmth of never-felt, giving me a sense of emptiness.
I'll have to say
hello, on the bay
to the never happened
and hope this, will ever be sharpened,
my thought.