Where I Wait

I remember the romance story:

he never let the sun set with her in tears.

Pour words into your wounds

wherever miracles are made.

One breath at a time,

elements turn them to dust.

A smile in photographs

cover up many layers unseen.

A drive before dawn

can make one temperamental.

As we touch,

it creates a road map

to all the constellations.

That is where I wait.