How long?
How long can I tolerate and endure the pain?
Of longing for, and missing someone?
Of waiting, and trying to remain patient?
Of restraining myself, and suppressing my feelings?
How long will I remain silent?
About my hopes, dreams, plans?
About my pains, fears, worries?
About things that I’ve always wanted to say?
How long will I observe and pay attention?
With how you look, how you move?
With how you act, how you talk?
With what you say, or do?
How long will I keep on thinking?
About you, and everything about you?
About the memories, both good and bad?
About what have been, and what could be?
How long?