3 weeks

Flight was long,
desire strong,
 
to come, to see,
being with thee.
 
A poem in mind!
Wrong of a kind!
 
Nothing on,
3 weeks long,
 
deeply bored,
thoroughly ignored,
 
watching a gate,
morning to late.
 
A chair is my base,
down my face.
 
The country to see,
not meant to be.
 
Did not discover,
sitting and suffer.
 
Elysium a miss?
Or is it bliss?
 
Is it a plague?
Very vague!
 
At a glance:
no romance
and business by chance.
 
Uncertainty I perceive.
Empty handed I leave.