The Wait

The poets write and the singers sing,

And the movies move me to tears.

All speak of that, which I have never seen,

Though, I have never ceased searching the years.

All bring to bear that longing so deep,

So deep that I burn with the fear

I know too well it’s longing eternal

Endemic and permanent here.

To have those lips with breath so fleeting,

Caress the words I hold so dear.

With heart pounding, ear trembling I wait

Say it once

Say it please

Say it and mean it,

And tell me

I wait.

And tell me.

There, there.

I’m here.