Though not very patiently
I must confess.
The wait is long and lonely,
And tinged at times with ridicule.
But still I wait, and hope and dream.
I hope that you are real,
That somewhere you have
Transcended the intensely idealistic expectations
Of my heart and soul,
And are a tangible reality.
Already a moment closer to me,
Each breath is one breath nearer to you.
Closer you are to me today than yesterday,
And, who knows …
Tomorrow might be the beginning of our
Tomorrows of togetherness.
And so I am waiting,
Though sometimes close to giving up,
And giving in to today’s temptations
Which only become tomorrow’s regrets.