The sting of waiting

It falls along the curves wiping the pain
The restlessness forgets what exists
A drop of tear is the gate I chose
To enter pain, and leave the fear
Not much I demand, but a chain of words
Of clarity and demand even if its an illusion

I wait. I can't I know
Words I need. I need it I know
I feel it - a bond of trust
As each moment dies without the air