Statues

I will wait

just long enough for you.

I will stand here in the cold

as the sun dips below the horizon,

as dark clouds form and I pray for snow.

The roads aren't salted.

I will stand here like a statue

with my eyes closed,

I'll still be waiting,

listening to stale silence

as dawn emerges

from this darkness.

The snow will melt

and so will I.

my hair will be covered in ice

and when it melts,

I'll be standing in the spring rain.

I'll watch the flowers grow from bare earth

and I'll continue standing here,

vines wrapping around my feet.

I'll wait so many seasons for you;

I have nothing better to do.