I’ve waited too long. Already.
Everyday I would imagine how those eyes would suddenly glow, how those lips slowly curve to show delight, how your smile proves that you are glad to see me again.
I keep playing that scene in my head when I wake up in the morning, when I feel the morning sun on my face as I walk to work, when I’m in the middle of laughing at a joke, when I read your words; it feels so good that it would take a moment before I actually notice myself grinning.
Then when we finally met, as it was truly happening, it happened so fast! It happened so fast that I couldn’t grasp the thought that it was real, that you were real.
We talked but I never really remembered what was said. I was just happy to see you, your eyes, your smile. It was just how I imagined it. And now, I replay that scene on my mind, over and over; slowly each time. It feels even better knowing that it happened again, for real. It was real, you are real.
So, again, I will be waiting…
half-blind, you hungered for what you cannot see. in time shall colors burst, and awe shall drain you of all sight–the darkness that you asked for and thus deserved.
And when I open my arms
to embrace you,
you are not there.
Frantic, I grope across the nothingness.
And my longing for you
has cursed me into restlessness.
I run along endless paths to nowhere.
And the more I seek a way out,
the more I get confused
This emptiness consumes me.
A place only we know where.
A moment only we could share.
A maybe that we know for certain.
A truth only our feelings can explain.
Twilights we spent tighten the screw.
On time for our rendezvous.
The us we cannot eschew.
What does one full turn make you?
Where does one full turn take you?
You won’t know
You’re bold enough
To take another.
On the thread.
It gets better.