By Amanda      Mae4583@aol.com
Date: 25 April 1999

Waiting

Tonight's the night I've been waiting for---
I count the hours, watching the clock,
Impatiently waiting for when that time comes.
When I hear your voice.
Nothing else.
And for a little while, it's just you and I,
Inside the world which is ours.
No one else matters.
My heart fills with the kind of happiness 
no one can touch,
But I wish more that I could touch you.
My head spins,
full of feelings and desires I desperately try to 
make sense of,
Only to realize I need no reason to explain this.
I glance over at the clock.
Seconds, minutes, hours gone. 
Too fast.
If only this perfect world would last tonight.
The touch, feel, scent, taste,
These are options I don't have.
But I will.
And for the moment, that faith gives me the strength
to accept this voice on the line,
The voice I want whispering in my ear, 
The voice whose breath I want hot against my skin.
God I wish I could be with you.
Time's up.
I hang up the phone, reluctance and tears on my face, 
silently starting to count the hours, minutes, seconds...
until your voice is on that line again,
and the world, once again, revolves only around us.