the distance

for all that it was, i will still like to believe that there exists a "for all that it is" even now..
'coz this wait is not unknown to me..
yet it spells unfamiliarity..
there were no promises made
but there was this silent trust
there still is--or so, that's probably what i'll like to believe, and thus hold on to..
it's this complete silence that nerves me..
that breaks my stance of being unnerved each time..
i won't lie that that wasn't mad and that it's alright..
i still am, maybe even now..
but this stoic silence for my madness
that ain't a fair deal, You see..
call me stubborn, 'coz that's what i am..
'coz unlike You, i'm not blessed with another side..
and so i follow Your silence..
and wait stubbornly for Your first call for truce..
and just so that You know,
this stubbornness ends at that..
'coz i'm ready to pounce upon Your first drop..
and boy, don't You know,
how much i yearn for your "waddup" even now?
it's been five days, and still i wait..
with each passing day, the hold tightens..
afraid to let go of the hope..
and scared to let the tears roll..

so please, come back to me..
and that's all i ask of thee..