Waiting

Has it really been ten weeks and a day?
Two months, one week, and three days...
Since the best day of her life,
Now sadly, riddled with strife.
Moonstone tears dripped from her lapis eyes,
And ruby droplets fell from the open wound of her
heart, as she internally dies.
May fourth, that special day,
She didn't know what he or she would say,
But she knew she had to try to make an impression,
Because when she was done,
She knew she might never see him again.
She knew she had to make him want so see her again.
After the autograph, and the photos, she handed him a letter of kindness,
All her words had been true and fearless,
She was being braver than ever before,
Hoping he would be intrigued, and reply, looking for more.
So as she patiently awaits some form of sign,
That their lives may intertwine,
She remembers how they met,
Her only regret,
Being that she could have stayed longer,
And maybe had meander,
To a place where she might have bumped into him again,
But she had to refrain.
She didn't want to scare him into thinking she was a stalker,
Or worse, a murderer!
She reluctantly left, feeling she was on cloud nine,
Until she got home and realised she was not fine.
She missed him, and wished she could have purchased tickets for all three days of the convention,
Now in a depression,
Only happy when thinking of him, but then those thoughts turn to sadness, for she missed him.
Missed him dearly,
Missed his beauty,
Missed his kindness,
Missed his gentleness,
She wanted to talk to him again,
To just be near him again,
She would give the world.
Down her face, her tears trickled,
To the ground she crumbled.
And so she now waits,
Waits for a sign that will lift the weights,
From her heavy heart,
And let the next chapter of her life start.