I can wait
as long as my heart beats,
but life won't,
and all I can do is to move on.
Some nights will pass: sleepless,
and days, meaningless.
Yet, dreams will find their way into life,
and life keeps revealing its own flowing meaning.
A hopeless romantic and an imaginary lover
might become my identity.
Yet I cant lose hope in love,
and romance in my imagination.
I wait for the future to reveal,
with as much patience as does death conceal.
To know with unbounded eagerness;
why life went on and I moved on.
For moving on is not
to take a step ahead, rather
to look back,
and to be able to burst into laughter.