longing here, for you

i wait for you like an empty home,

a dog with a bone at your door

i reach out to you like i'm a sinner,

yearning for your redemption

i spend my time waiting all night,

met with dissatisfaction.

my body is frozen as i stand outside,

in complete desperation.

how many seasons will pass by?

how much sand will slip through the glass?

i reach out to hold on to a stranger,

anyone,

as i cry out for your hands.

you're always early,

i'm always late,

red lights are twice as long when i'm in a hurry.

i move like molasses,

but i think like a hare.

you're always one step in front of me,

so we could never meet in the middle,

so i am stuck here longing here,

for you.

Author's Note

i was just listening to Nat King Cole's song "the very thought of you" and wrote this quickly.