The Moment I Stopped Waiting for YOU!

I waited-
I waited for YOU.
I waited for so long-
I stopped counting the time.
I waited in agony,
In pain, yet as a mime.
I couldn’t shout it.
Nor hold on to it.
Who knew to hold onto pain, anyway?
Who knew pain need the strongholds of arms?
Who knew agony is ever loud?
Who knew its piercing sound?
But then,
I still waited.
I waited for you to see the pain!
Not to alleviate me from it.
But to see me through it.
To hear me when I cannot be heard.
To give me the arms I needed to hold onto.
I never wanted YOU to take it away.
By then, it was my only companion.
Not the ideal company I wished to have,
But it was better not to starve,
Starve of any company.

The irony, though-
Waiting was not the cure.
It was the pain itself, rather.

The moment I stopped waiting,
The moment I stopped hoping,
The moment I given in,
There, I saw part of the pain took off.
I saw the agonizing loud voice alleviating.
The moment I stopped waiting for YOU,
That was the very moment I stopped hearing the pain.
I feel the ache and affliction,
But not a peep.
Not anymore.
And now I weep in silence.
None to hear me.
And yet, none to baffle me.
I shout, I cry, I feel-
Every bit of the pain I endure.
But I do not wait whatsoever!