Poem

ON HOLD

Somehow i am lost for words, for you, me and us
the days grow shorter and my patience longer
and i crave a dark room and a candle to waste time in

will you come to me now?
Is the moment right and the time now?
will i ask these questions until age has ravaged me?

For now i sit and i breathe what I can of you in
and i burn your face into my mind

I am not yet taken, but waiting
and my heart is on hold - when you are ready

by me