The Wait.

I am their adopted son at the end of the day.. 

Well i don't behave like one.. abandoned.. they just wait for the son's return.. 

unassuming, unsaid, hope.. 

just a simple wait.. 

life has not changed.. just that the eyes get a little weaker every day.. the spine does not help support the bent stare down the road.. hoping there is a vehicle that brings their son back..

but just another vehicle for another home.. just another story .. may be a good one.. but still not theirs!

Hope that .. that the story that just stopped.. waiting for the comma to get over .. and finish the sentence.. 

hope that the the tail of the comma is still there..

The wait.. 

May be deep inside everything has give up.. the mind.. the heart .. the body .. but what can someone do about those eyes.. who don't forget..  Or may be don't want to..

So I wait.. !!