Forgotten Poem by Javier Falcon

Sitting here on my porch as I usually do,
waiting for someone to arrive from afar,
someone who will refresh my life,
yet I just sit here and keep waiting.

My days pass on, no one arrives,
as rain, snow and sleet fall,
the shirt I am wearing containing all three,
I continue to wait here in my spot.

I spot as the children which once played here,
now walk with their kids to church,
those which were once there, are now different,
even so my time passes slowly, as I await that person's arrival.

The seeds which once lay on my lawn,
now sparkle as their blossoms hang heavily,
giving me hope as the time passes by,
as I look at my watch I await someone.

As I look down I see the dead flower in my hand,
remembering the purpose of my wait,
you were suppose to come meet me,
the one who was once in love with me.

Even so the sunsets and I sit here,
reminiscing on old times and bad ones as well,
seeing as time has passed and I have wasted all,
to be forgotten by the one you love.

Meanwhile my heart beat stops,
a soothing pain takes over my body as I lay down,
dieing ever so slowly I come to think,
even though I was forgotten, my wait wasn't in vain.

As I saw and experienced life at the fullest,
from a third person, and enjoyed it,
saw those who had what I wanted, feeling joy,
and without jealousy, waiting, I happily watched.