it will be a busy day
again and I will come to
see you when I'm done
chasing after my dreams
I will feel guilty and
rehearse my apologies for
not letting you know that
I will be late today too
trudging down the streets
I will recall all the things
that I want you to hear
before anyone else does
right at the corner my feet
will turn to lead and a
fear will clutch my heart
"is this all you've got?"
I will have to keep moving
away from it but the distance
between the doubt and me never
seems to reduce in this lifetime
then in a daze I will
unlock the door to find you
in your favourite chair
looking out the window
it is here that my shoulders
will feel light and a smile will
spread on my lips, all of my
chaos will meet your calm
there will be worry in your
voice and anger in your eyes
I will be about to say sorry
and you will order me to come closer
I will walk straight into your
arms, close my eyes and whisper
the tenth sorry of the week,
you will simply heave a sigh
up in the sky as the sun sets,
bright orange will kiss the blue
and I will once more forget the
world outside when I'm with you.