This Heart.

This Heart.

Solitude is a word of which the meaning is clear.
Being alone, feeling un-loved,
being wrapped up in solidarity.
Smothered by emptiness, with no-one to fill the shrieking
silence.

I am waiting in solitude. Waiting for you.
My heart beats steadily, never failing, yet expecting
company, hoping in vain.
It craves another beat, to join the rhythm that never ceases.
The constant drumming sounds feeble without accompaniment.

This soul that desires to ease the lonliness of this heart
searches for another soul, another heart.
But this soul has never found the heart to beat in unison.
So it still strives, looking for the perfect fit.

So this heart aches, and waits, alone.
The infinite pain and sorrow of isolation is all this heart has learned to feel.
But it hopes, always hopes, for the destined match.
It hopes and waits,
for you.

:)