The Vigil

I fear and hold onto my pain;
I wish that hope was not in vain.
I hold my breath and listen for
The voice I shall hear nevermore.

I wait and watch as eyes grow dim;
I long and pray only for him.
I tarry until day is gone,
And think “Perhaps tonight he’ll come.”

I hope and try to just be brave;
I scorn death and reject the grave.
I am so weary, but I stay
To drive the ghosts of grief away.

I’ve lost! The night is closing round:
I fall and find him in the ground.