September 2009
9 posts
A wait
The clock is ticking I stand waiting for your arrival It winds down A wait when you set foot before me I see lovers hug and families wave to each other I feel a bit anxious, nervous, excited now; This rush that occupies me. I watch the screen as it tells me when you’ve landed The clock is ticking; hinting that soon you’ll be here My heart is pounding I begin to pace back and forth in...
“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning...”
– Frank Sinatra
“…You are my melody that never ends; a cheerful tune echoing serenity,...”
