Waiting...

Waiting for a word,

Restless and uneasy.

When did this begin,

A not so pleasant feeling.

Wishing for affection,

Something with no grasp.

Heart all a flutter,

Mind buzzing with thoughts,

As if in another sphere,

Of a world gone blurry.

Complicated yet so easy,

For those with no worry.

While others hurry,

To catch up to them,

Still time slips away,

But someone remains sitting,

In the corner of the bustop,

Waiting always waiting,

For a bus that comes late.

#Poetry #Feelings