I wait.
I wait here because
	I'm waiting
		for you.
I pace
	back and forth
Each time I'm
	one step closer or
		two steps farther
from you.

Tired,
	I stop
and sit,
and think.

Should I walk to where you are?
For the joy of meeting you where you are?
or the fear of having you pass me
	on the way.

Should I turn around and go home?
For the joy of not having to wait any longer?
or the fear that you might arrive
once i leave.

Or should I just wait?
For the joy that you'll finally come to me?
Or the fear that you won't come
at all.

I sit,
and think, 
and

wait.