In wasted anticipation...

You let the pregnant pauses
hang in the air
I try to fill in with useless chatter.

The dark clouds gather,
grow dense with a promise
I watch with a bated breath
the wind rises and,
sweeps them away
The rain gives us a miss again!

Your eyes lose their eloquence!
My heart misses a beat

I get up to leave
leaving my soul behind
you are left to take stock
of the dregs,
the moments,
your unsaid words,and
my soul