Waiting

Watching the time go by. Every movement, every second feels like an eternity. Are my eyes deceiving me? Is my watch even working? Waiting, waiting, waiting for what? Time wont stand still, it wont stop the confusion, the pain. The confusion and pain will just slip into history. All it takes is time. Why is it going so slow? Days will turn into nights and I'll still be waiting, even if you're never going to be there. Why? Because spending just thirty more minutes with you is worth waiting an eternity.