| Impatience- November 1999 If I push, we'll crumble together In a house of cards melting sticky sugar candy I can wait. I hear your voice in every song Every memory's echo Your name on my tongue all too often Simple consonants lighting something in my eyes. I don't write you sonnets (Or at least you don't know I do) I don't throw myself on you I just... stand close. Lean in. Smile. Laugh gently. Listen to you. My hand conveniently within holding distance Though you don't reach out. It's enough. Your voice And your hands And your smile and your eyes. It's enough. I can wait. I can wait. Despite moments of madness And desperate tears of frustration, Unable to keep my pent up need chained Locked safe in my diary Thinking of you until my eyes hurt Singing for you with the radio Until my throat aches. Losing time between the folds of my eyelids Drifting on your thoughts. Praying for you to be impatient Praying for you to be mine. But time cures all uncertainty. We're young, we're close, we're friends Trembling on the edge of almost-something. I... can... wait. |