THEN WHEN?
I waited for you—
not for a day,
not for a month,
but for that moment
you would finally say,
“I’m ready.”
Then when?
When will your eyes
stop searching for reasons to leave
and finally look at me
like I am the place
you were always meant to stay?
When will your silence
turn into an answer?
When will the distance
between your heart and mine
become nothing
but a memory?
I have carried your name
through sleepless nights,
hidden your voice
inside the quietest corners of my heart,
and loved you
even when loving you
gave me nothing back.
Still I ask
Then when?
When will I stop waiting
for a message that never comes?
When will I stop checking my phone
as if your name might suddenly appear
and repair everything
your silence broke?
You said,
Maybe someday.
But someday is cruel
when you love someone today.
I don't need forever
if forever is too much.
Give me one honest moment.
One truth.
One answer.
Tell me
should I keep waiting for you,
or should I finally teach my heart
how to live without you?
Because I am tired
of standing at the same door
with the same hope
in my hands.
And if you never come back,
I will eventually leave.
Not because I stopped loving you
but because I finally understood
that sometimes
the deepest love
is knowing when
to stop waiting.
So, my love…
Then when?
If not today,
when?
If not you,
who?
And if there is no “us”
waiting somewhere in our future—
why did my heart
learn your name so well?
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