Quietude

I sit here and listen to you
Talk about yourself.
You and your perfect life.
I look in the mirror and think:
"Is that really me?"

I wonder at my patience.
What has it been now...
Four years?
Four years of watching and
Waiting.

I am content to sit here
And listen to you talk about your life.
I do not worry about the years to come.
For I know I'll always be here,
Waiting in quietude.
Waiting for you.