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,

indifferent.

Somewhere between ecstasy and loneliness

that moment

riveted to time,

tick tock, tick tock

wringing out my heart

the wait.

Author notes

The reward of patience is patience, a slippery truth when it comes to matters of the heart.

Written May 12th, 2003