Waiting

Waiting for the change he feared would never come, he sat...and waited.  All efforts had been expended in vain, for nothing he did could change anything. Like wishing for snow or praying for a winning lottery ticket, a pathetic voice casting into the empty void.  Redundancy was pointless.  No monumental amount of effort mattered at all.  He had tried and he had failed.
Lawrence rubbed his hands and discreetly stared at the young woman across the room.  This woman was no stranger, not in the literal sense anyway.  Though the years had made them seen as such.  Lawrence choked back tears as he continued to gaze and ponder how much has been lost.  All the words in all the libraries of the world could be spoken, but nothing seemed to help.  It was only words she said.  But that was all he had. 
Lifting himself from his chair, he again approached and tried to embrace her.  But he may as well have been hugging stone.  With a choke he turned and left the room.