What Love isn't is where it isn't.

Waiting for Something

By: the iHope Poet

we all have stories

we'll never tell

and those blank pages hold

the empty space

where love should be

only isn't

we all keep secrets

with locks and keys

like pocketfuls of shadow

within sore hands, which are

grasping, waiting

for some source of light

to chase away the darkness

we all dream of love

to show up at some point

and fill those gaping holes

which splatter our hearts

with vacancy

yet we're still holding back
from the outstretched hands

that could save us from
the darkness 

and the stories, the secrets

the bitter-bound locks

will be left to exhaust

any hope that surrounds

Then, as long as you wait

there will be no more chance

to fall back into love

and be full once again.