“Waiting on Her”

I saw an old movie tonight,

The kind where heroes never die.

Then I saw another trailer play,

And the faces had all worn away.

The men I watched when I was young

Now carry winters on their tongues.

And somewhere between then and now,

Time carved its name into my brow.

I used to count my years by summers,

By scraped-up knees and chasing thunder.

Now I count by who ain’t here,

And photographs that disappear.

Once I thought forever lived just down the road,

Thought I’d outrun every clock and never grow old.

Now the mirror shows a stranger with my father’s eyes,

And every sunset feels like one more goodbye.

But through all these changing seasons and these silver skies,

There’s still one light I never let die.

If love is waiting somewhere past these passing years,

Then I’ll wait for her.

Yes, I’ll wait for her.

The world got smaller as I aged,

Dreams traded places with the pain.

Friends became names upon a stone,

And crowded rooms turned into home alone.

Still there’s a place inside my chest

That time has somehow never touched.

A silhouette I almost knew,

A love I’ve carried without proof.

Maybe she’s laughing under different stars,

Maybe she’s wondering where we are.

Maybe the years have marked her too,

And she’s waiting just like I do.

Once I thought forever lived inside my hands,

Thought I had a thousand lives and endless plans.

Now I know we’re only sparks against the night,

Brief as a whisper, gone like light.

But if this old heart gets one more miracle before it ends,

One more chance to love and call someone my friend,

Then I’ll walk through every season, every joy and fear,

And I’ll wait for her.

After all these years…

I’ll still wait for her.