The Wait

Invisible threads are the strongest ties. 

~ Friedrich Nietzsche 

Sometimes love is just
a four-letter word
until it reaches in
clutching your desire
like a tiny bird, its heart pounding
held captive by loving hands.
Friday night,
am missing you already.
yes, we said slow down
I heard it, I said it,
but my heart wasn’t listening,
it still isn’t.
Clock on the wall stares me down,
glaring at the phone
as if I could
but I can’t,
inertly it just sits there,
Somewhere between ecstasy and loneliness
that moment
riveted to time,
tick tock, tick tock
wringing out my heart
the wait.

Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
All rights reserved.

Author notes

The reward of patience is patience, a slippery truth when it comes to matters of the heart.
Written May 12th, 2003 
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