The Wait

The pathway of time is adding more steps
She knows her feet is able,

...yet it choose to pause.


There's this intuition that divides the heart;
The other leans to excitement,
and another half falls into fear.
And though this fear defines uncertainty
Euphoria speaks only about him.

That hope is what delivers her bliss--
Everyone around her knows so well.
Yet the paragraph of happiness ceases with a
question:

"Would our paths certainly meet soon?"

Those impatient hands surely misses his arms
Surely she yearns that embrace again.
But those sugary moments will still be a struggle
For another year is another wait.

And then again the heart splits additional halves
The other screams for excitement and the other yells fear
Adventure clearly opens a view of opportunities
Anxiety only speaks about missing him.

The wait is on and off and on
The days are coming, bit by bit.
Impatience will not anymore be an issue
Only time can tell, and she befriends it well.