I think bitter thoughts of yesterday,
And sweet ones of tomorrow.
To see his smiling face
Would wash away my sorrow.
But meeting him,
So it seems,
Is a far off thought
And in my dreams.
When we talk
We always say,
"It will happen soon,
"It will happen someday."
As I sit here I smile.
As I write this I wait.
My heart, for him, is pounding.
My body, for him, does ache.
Kristin M. E. Tone
11/2/99
