The Writers' Circle

Days lay upon days,
an endless ticking of time 
thats only function is to mark each sand grain 
on the beach stretched out before me.
I'm aware of the concerned looks,
the caring thoughts
the family that visits and tries,
but i don't want it.
I'm not lost,
or depressed,
I don't seek attention,
or need cheering up.
I am simply waiting for my body to expire.
To be with him again,
the man who travelled my life alongside me,
the spirit who captured my dreams
and caressed them into a fire.
We are both waiting either side of the fence
to be together again.