We spend the majority of our lives waiting.
She waits for the July heat to give her a healthy glow,
he waits for the winter ice to skate with his friends.
Regardless, we wait
and some of us are fortunate to receive the pleasure,
or the satisfaction we were waiting for.
Some of us
we wait,
and wait, yet
we don't get the picture perfect snowflakes,
or the beach trips with our friends.
Months, maybe even years,
and we get just one day
to say,
or better yet
conclude
how we really feel-or how we felt
because
our outcome
wasn't worth waiting for.
And now
the time we have to wait
is no longer there,
and were left with just one feeling
regret
Maybe this makes sense, and someone can relate. Or maybe I'm just rambling like always :)