I sit in this field,

Staring at the sky,

Plucking pedals from lone flowers,

Trying to pass the time

I've spent waiting for you.

This is where you told me to wait,

Promising you'd be along soon.

But I've been waiting for you

Far too long.

Convincing myself that

There's some honorable reason,

That you aren't here now.

But after years of waiting,

I've grown impatient,

Finally realizing that you're never coming,

And I'm not waiting anymore,