Tragedy

Waiting.
For the moment that never comes.
For the poetry that should happen.
For the fulfillment of hope.
For the rightness of things.

Cold.
Wistful wishing unacknowledged.
Heart gone silent.
Dead skin over chilled muscle.
Frozen hopes crystalline irises.

Still.
Cannot shut out the hope entirely.
Tragedy and comedy are insufficient.
No moment, no completion.
Run to not see the void in reality.

Why wait?
No moment comes.
But if it did,
Just lie again.