Do you have any idea how lonely

waiting for you is?

this tick and tock timing

that brings me to my knees

wanting what my heart whispers

unsure of my welcome

or how long I must wait?

What do souls truly want

and why can they not see

what is ahead

and around the curb?

Why block my view

of you somewhere waiting

when the sight

would most certainly make

me that much more determined?

Why must I climb these crevices

with sharp bleeding and endless tightening

of fingers holding ground

as I cling so fiercely

to my last glimpse of you?

When will my climb be rewarded

with a hand I long to pull me

shaking, to soft and welcoming ground,

the soft grass at your feet

the only bed I long to sleep in.

(((myanimalc)))

touching