Poetry Diary: Still Unheard...

                   I look, I wait, perhaps you will come visit again
                   I miss you...
                   I once heard your steps... and from so far away...
                   And I wondered if you would write
                   Just a note...
                   But perhaps I am just imagining it
                   And you are not really there at all...
                   Will I go forever, unheard...?