Waiting in 1968

Written by: Susan Buchel

I'm waiting
for you to admit
just once
that you have never really looked into my eyes
or held my hand
or touched my cheek

I'm waiting 
for you to say
just once
that our friendship  has made you happy
or our thoughts shared
or our dreams

I'm waiting
for you to ask 
just once 
for "the privilege of the next dance"
instead of my opinion
or my help

I'm waiting
for you to say
just once
"I love you"