Waiting

Exhausted from waiting,

standing here waiting.

Waiting for your arms to envelop my body into them,

pulling me towards your heart that you say beats for me.

Waiting for your whispered words to brush my lips,

Waiting for this dream we are stuck in to become a reality.

Waiting for you.

This waiting is killing me.

But you know that when my voice is tense

until it explodes

because your words aren't enough

when I need your hand holding mine.

Because telling you about my PB&J

would be so much better laying against your chest.

And the story of how your brother kissed a girl

would be so much funnier in the morning

in the bed with you.

Do you miss my fingers intertwined with yours?

Do you yearn for my kiss at the end of a long day?

Because your words are becoming just not enough for my heart.

And our smiles  would stay

if we weren't still waiting.