Waiting on a Call
Words do not denote the fragile frame of mind
Of which you choose to share your heart.
Beginnings tend to take their time
As if the morning were not enough to start.
Endings come, it’s all encompassing in reality
No matter how hard we try to hold on.
Whether on a rainy night in late July
Or a snowy dawn in a bed without you.
Pulling me out of my desperate need
To reach out for a semblance of sanity.
The way your body moves with song
Your lips when they call me gently.
Breathing in with every kiss of those waiting lips
Stories of our future written on my chest.
I may never be enough to hold you
But I will give you all that I will ever be.
Driving us to open up, wanting more,
Not being afraid to risk it all.
As the North winds carry your name
I shall welcome you with my embrace.
In these waiting arms.
-H. Murcia 12:32AM 4/3/2020