Waiting Room
The hours go so fast
Whenever I see you
But minutes are eternity
In between the times I do
I really wish that it could be
The other way around
Where moments last for decades
And the second hand slows down
And so until our paths next cross
Each day I'll mark the end
With X's on my calendar,
The waiting I will spend
In coy anticipation
Of seeing you again
Of swallowing my gum
The moment you walk in
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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