To sit in my chair waiting
Tears trickle down my breast
My heart is fiercely pounding
This is anticipation at its best
But as time slowly moves forward
As I know it will always do
I hesitate in my knowing
My knowing of what will soon ensue
Breathing gets faster and labored
Soon your hands are turning the key in the latch
I can’t wait for the moment you return
But in the meantime I will relax
