Waiting

22 05 2007

There are times when, your meaning the world to me,

nothing seems right and nothing seems in place.

And during those moments time ticks the clock off

and waits with me as I for you.

It is in that type of waiting that you remind me of me,

aching to hear you resuscitate me with, ‘Hi, baby.’

It is in that waiting that you remind me of us

when we’re apart – dying to get from point A to B in a flash

just to lock eyes with one another.

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