waiting

waiting for you is endless.

waiting for your touch gets easier, but waiting for you to touch me with words gets harder every day. I know your reach can’t extend this far, so I’m not surprised when your hand doesn’t grasp mine. but your words; oh your words can traverse any distance, warming my heart without delay. so when your words don’t hold me, my waiting turns to longing, my unfulfilled longing to trepidation, and trepidation gives way so quickly to a heart sickness.