I waited in the ankle-deep water,
With drenched skin wrinkling
Feet beginning to numb, indifferent
To the fire-tipped nerves, that wailed
Deadened to lulling worldly antidotes
While the heralds thundered about
The impending storm on its way.
I waited. For you, to keep a truth.
When you walked away,
I didn’t really believe it was real.
That when you said, don’t wait
You meant, I am not coming back.