it's 1:32 am
and i follow your past
footsteps
from page to page
waiting

reading what you've written
smiling at the jokes you've made
while i was away
while you were waiting

your thoughts of spent hours
jump out at me
in color
and i realize
you have a life
without me

while i hang clothes
and smile at customers
all the while looking
at my watch
thinking of the wait
for the train
in the new brisk air
that sets in around nine
(midnight your time)
and how my jean jacket
wont sheild me from its bite
while i count the minutes
til its arrival
to take me home
to see your past
as you sleep
as i still wait.

all the while
you are elsewhere
creating
thinking
thanking
existing
breathing
being
away
from me.

but that is
nothing new
you are always
away from me.
we have never
crossed paths
never met eyes
never tangled
our lips
in knots of
desire.

it is a series
of moments
spent waiting
clashing
with moments
spent
waiting still.

i dont care.
i wait for you
with pride

thoughts of you
light my path
from the first step
of my day
til the last step
to my bed
at night
as i wait
to feel your hand
replace my own
between my thighs
as i wait to
one day
tangle
your lips
with mine.