"We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us." Joseph Campbell

There are no words. There are only feelings. There are only sounds and looks. Glances.
There is no word for this.
He leaves. And again and again. And yet  comes back.

Is it for me?

How many minutes do I waste waiting. Thousands? Millions?

And if this was the last time. If this is the end. I guess I can say I loved deeply.
I would have given my life.
I would still give it.
At least I can say there is something that is more than myself.