Silent Storms Poem by Curry Bascue

I wait for a storm.
I wait for the quiet after the storm.
Every moment I think about it,
All I see is the clock over our heads.
I’m so tired of waiting to find you in my arms,
And I don’t think I deserve what I have now.
I’m in pain,
And I feel empty,
In so many ways.
The clock mocks me.
What ever happened to my sweet heart?
What ever happened.
I wait to hear a sweet word from your lips,
I wait to hear the queue to hold on.
All I hear is “Prepare to… let go”.
And I don’t think I deserve what you give me.
Can you not see my pain?
Can you not see how I’m trying to make myself numb,
So I don’t have to think about you until I see you again?
I wait for some bright star to direct me,
Yet I’m so hopelessly lost without you.
Can I just detach and forget about you for A small moment?
I care too much…
I’m too attached.
And yet I still hear you say “Prepare to let go”.
I still don’t think I deserve this.
When will the quiet after the storm finally return?