Waiting

One more night waiting
for something new to happen,
another day finished
and nothing has changed.
Something is wrong,
something doesn’t work,
don’t know what is happening,
neither how to fix it.

I confuse myself,
I do not find hope,
and I hide,
seeking words.

I go back home
and nobody speaks,
not even a single glance.
How many hours wasted
anticipating this homecoming.

How many things I did for her,
all worth nothing.
I must keep on walking,
though it is hard to forget her.

Maybe the time will give me
a way out,
any little space,
a flame that can light my life.
Something is wrong,
something doesn’t work,
it is a mania I can’t shake off.

I heard yesterday that she has found love again,
though I know she hasn’t forgotten me,
and although my pride is wounded,
I’m still waiting for her.

How many things I did for her,
and worth for nothing.
Only my walk remains,
though it is hard to forget her.