Closed off from the world,

I hide away in solitude,

Waiting for him to come back,

I hope and pray for it everyday,

He was my world,

My sun,

My stars,

My everything,

Yet here I am waiting for him to walk through that broken door and sweep me off my feet as if he had never been away,

Twelve years I have spent,

Too afraid to leave just incase he came back,

You see he promised to write to me everyday,

Long handed soppy love letters opening My Dearest Zea...,

I recieved nothing,

Not even a post card,

He is never going to come back to me,

I have wasted my best years on him,

Now it's his turn to wait for me,

He owned me with a kiss and a promise ,

I own him with a letter and a farewell.