The Wait.

Too often I think of you.
Too few, are the times we talk.

The wait.
I wait for that moment, when we trade words.

The weight.
The weight of that moment, keeps me on the ground.

You are the first image I see each morning when I wake up.  It seems like such a minor detail of my life, but I assure you it is truth.  Seeing a picture of you that I carry with me every day, reminds me of a time when my life was filled with happiness.  The excitement of knowing we would talk.  That urge I have to make you laugh.  The anticipation of what would happen next.  I know you.  You know me.

Swirling and spinning, are the thoughts in my mind.