I don't know
what to say.
So, in moments like these,
I've taught myself to say
nothing.
I need you
to be the first to speak.
I don't want
to chase after you.
But I can hardly
force you to speak.
So I wait
and I wonder,
about what you'll say,
if anything at all.
So I wait
and I wonder,
about what you could be doing
while I am waiting
and wondering.
So I wait
and I wonder,
if you, too, are waiting
and wondering.
After days of this,
a single message
lights up my phone.
My blood pounds faster,
my heart skips a beat,
the very air in lungs
disappears,
as it so often has
in these past few days.
Hoping against hope,
I check the message.
"Missing you," you say.
And I sigh...
Relief...
Because I've been missing you,
too.
