The Whisper of Waiting

So many thoughts run through my head, It keeps me up at night. Not hearing from you for a couple of days, Gives me such a bright fright. Whats happening? Are you okay? Are the questions in repetition, But something tells me otherwise, Maybe it's just my intuition. A few days will turn to weeks, Weeks might change to months, Months could become years, Leaving me in nothing but tears. I might be overthinking it, Although that's a high doubt, The thought of you being gone so long Leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I'm willing to wait, As long as it takes, Through seasons that change, Each moment creates. Patience, as the heart awakes.