O My Friend

I sit at the doorstep,
Hear the bell ring.
Rush to the gate to check,
Has the postman brought me anything?

6 months gone and,
I wait for a sign.
Do you love me still?
Oceans apart and with hope in my heart,
I rest my palms on the window sill.

Not today, maybe tomorrow,
My friend will write someday...
It is this hope that carries me on,
From beyond the grave where you lay...