Keep Waiting

I saw the world ending in the eyes of a girl.
And it was green.

It was so green, behind tears and hands and it was peeking through fingers,
now a month away with the tiniest glimmers of Hope.
For the first time, I am heart-broken,
now wearing a seatbelt and speeding through midnight streets with smoke billowing from my head,
nothing but a hopeful little speck on a hopeless giant rock.

Now sitting in rooms and debating eternity,
smoking and laughing to drown sorrow within,
and in my friends I am lost to the opposite side,
no longer myself but the man I need to be.
And I pray for the first time in 8 years that you'll be there,
but it is too soon to tell and too soon to talk.

I cannot know that you'll read this or hear this or know this at all,
but it needs to be said a final time.
I love you.