There he sits still waiting
Patiently holding his heart in check
Countless days, Countless years
Have unraveled from the cloth
The silken cloth of youth
As he sits there.

Has he not lost hope
Shall he ever move
From his lonesome perch
Or will he just remain
With his misery on his sleeve
As he sits there.

Not hunger nor thirst
Has tempted him from his endeavor
No smile, no tears
Silently sitting with only
The stare of anguish and remorse
Swimming in his dark eyes
As he sits there.

The he justs simply sits
A sullen expression of oblivion
Just sitting, Waiting
Waiting for the mender of shattered souls
Waiting for the happiness to fill his heart
Waiting for his true love to return home
As he sits there.