hand to you

finally i give up
you are not making it
i sit to watch the show
instead of watching the door
i notice someone sit next to me
but i dont notice
i notice people walking by
but i dont notice
then something drifts in the air
a smell that could only be you
as i start to turn to look
i feel your hand sliding into mine
squeezing tighter as i turn
to see a smile on your face
that has not been seen in years
one i have never seen
that one from your heart
you whisper something
i cant hear
an apology or reason
then louder you say you had to
this was where you needed to be
a slight nervous laugh
everything will be better now

waiting

so much work to do
time to kill and fill
everything has to be perfect
for that very first dance
in the dark
that 4am scream
is so much better
than midnight tears
clutched hands
not ready to let go
i never planned that far
but you never get to pick
how or who or why
guide and direct
as life moves along
that is the best you get
each day like a year
not wanting to wait
each year like a day
passing too quick
sitting and waiting
for the wait to be over
and a new life to begin