The wait

Calm, silent; almost eerie
Sweat trickles down my neck,
the hands of the clock tick freely.
Time passes but slowly this noon
As I wait patiently for the moon.

This lull is deafening
and I am screaming inside
"Don't leave me alone, please don't!", I cry.

But there no one to hear it
and my pretence stays,
That plastic smile smudged on my face.

I live one day and yet another
Waiting for the waiting game to get over.
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