i wait through the day, living life as it needed to be lived, dealing with kids and jobs and chores... through it all, i wait.
setting sun, dinner served, tv watched, kids in bed... through it all, i wait.
shower, turning the bed down, dogs out and then back in...through it all, i wait.
lying between my excellent sheets, i waver between fear the pattern will be broken and confidence it will not, and i wait.
the daydreams, the memories--little things--they create my universe of anticipation, and, yes, i wait.
10.30. i need wait no more. my skin sings, and in joy, i sink into the sound of his voice so far away-- “hey”.