In the Faintest Whisper

“I wait, and often I wait in stillness and I wait alone, with a longing heart I wait,

I wait for words of regret and apology, words that confess that a wrong was committed.

I wait for words of acknowledgement; I wait for words that express true sorrow,

I wait for even the faintest whisper that you still love me, that you still care.

The one she loves stormed away in anger so now she waits, she waits for any word at all,

The sound of his car in the drive, the sound of his key in the door, in quiet she waits.

Tears are shed and longing hearts wait, they wait for even the faintest whispers of love,

The slightest movement, the faintest whisper of love can bring hope once more.

Even when quietly spoken, the words, “I am sorry” can resound as thunder in an aching heart,

For many hearts yearn and many hearts wait for even the faintest whispers of love.

Promises are made, promises are broken, but in hearts that love the faintest hope remains,

The hope that all that once was will be again, the promise of a better tomorrow.

I wait in my place of quiet longing; I wait with my heart filled with a deeper love,

I watch, and I wait, and I long for the faintest whispers of your love for me.

Lasting change can come from the faintest of whispers of one, who is truly sorry,

I find hope in the slightest touch of your hand and in the faintest whispers of your love.”