I’ve been waiting
so very, very long.

I’ve waited in theaters
lamenting lime-lit lovers
and back-row teenagers making out –
ruining many-a-romance.

I’ve waited in restaurants
with couples crouched in conversation
over shared dishes and desserts
that have spoiled my appetite.

I’ve waited along the street
as I walked towards my destinations
observing dates in the dark
and intertwined fingers.

I’ve waited at home
watching fake people fake love
and offer promises
which I refuse to pay for.

I’ve waited ‘neath sheets,
so cold that they’re quite cruel,
and through nights spent reaching for you
only to find the edge of the bed.

I’ve been waiting for you –
what would you like to do?

A million questions swirling
inside of my skull
but you came here to forget
so I just take your hand
and keep on smiling.

There is a fulfilling freedom
when you enter a room and know
that no matter what happens there
everything will be alright.

Clattering kitchen sounds
and a rumbling radio.
The only thing that’s missing
is the cadence of conversation.

The scenery unfolds
as I meander by
with a different view
awaiting my return.

The steely wall before me
quite accented by
the rolling, rumbling thunder
closing from behind.