Waiting

Waiting
Clusters of strangers sharing a space
Each story is different and yet we have all arrived at this juncture
Our paths cross and our eyes lock for brief moments
and we see the same sadness
the same struggle
the same vacancy
and we wait
The constancy of the routine familiar and foreign at the same time
and we wait
Each desperate to see some improvement, some change, something
that represents hope
to keep the flow of energy alive
and we see tears, we feel tears serrating our hearts with their cold curves as they slide throughout our bodies
the painful ache of agony
for our loved ones, ourselves and these strangers we have come to share space with
and we hope
that our next tears will be tears of joy
at the sight of something