sharing regrets

That sudden breeze came again...

Is it your insensitivity?

Or is it the level of comfort?

Is it boredom?

Is it because I don't pray?

Or wish too hard?

Is it too much to ask?

Is it futile to hope?

Who is to blame?

Or too late to ask that now?

Can you even hear me?

Can you see the pain in my eyes?

Can you feel the sarcasm in my tone?

Or the emptiness in my laugh?

I am holding on to something I'm unsure of.

I am clinging to that darn little hope.

That someday, somehow,

things will change.

I'm not asking for the sun and the moon.

Just a little, not too much.

I never ask for miracles.

I only yearn for the expected.

At least, from my point of view.

There will come a time when I will stop asking.

And you'll begin to doubt why.

You'll begin to wonder why I welcomed and embraced that breeze.

You will have answers as to when and why did it come.

At least, from your point of view.