Waiting For July

To the girl that never was

 

The dull thud of the sinking stone

So hard to lift I do not try,

Weighs in my heart to make its home,

And still I'm waiting for July.

 

When time will bring its road to close,

In ending lead the stranger forth,

A second hand, a smile that knows

Why fingers intertwined are sought.

 

To lift the stone, they intertwine

And free this heart from gloomy trial,

Restoring its forgotten shine

So I might kiss that knowing smile.

 

But, what should July never come

To bring the smile for which I yearn?

As stones do fade in time for some,

Yet me? I fear I'll never learn.

 

This pain I bare in hand with trust

Each ending day and month be true,

All roads in time are not unjust,

July will come...and bring me you!