Is this it?
Is this the note I have waited for?
Or this the note that says wait some more?
Is this what I am meant to be?
Waiting each day to be set free.
I am tempted,
Tempted, to let it float on by.
Though it's faded stare may make me cry.
But, I fear my heart, is not brave enough.
Nor is my will, strong enough.
To commit an act so horrid in nature,
That it leaves my mind without an answer.
So slowly crafted, a decision was made,
I would read this note, and endure the pain.