The long wait.

I feel the breeze surround my bare arms and hold on tight. Too tight. Breathe.

I rush around every corner. Maybe, just maybe, this time I’ll see.

You are there, always near… But never here.

I walk before I think. I climb before I hold. I scream before I know.

It has taken so long for you to show your face.

It has taken so long for me to get in line.

It has been like greeting an old friend.

I feel the sun stroke my bare arms and hold me tight. I am breathing.