I am here.
You,
elsewhere

out in the unknown you know so well
living the stories you will someday tell
kissing a set of lips, perhaps
wondering if they're the last or second to last
it might take you a second to realize they don't belong to me
I'm not there yet  

will you walk in through the front door or through the back window?
on a stormy night or a Sunday afternoon?

I promised myself I'd stop waiting
my eyes,
still fixated on the clock
my feet,
tired of walking back and forth

craving a set of arms I am yet to know
keeping myself together with fire and gold
wrapping my own arms around my half soul
waiting for you to come back home

if you must wait so long to come
maybe you shouldn't come at all
wait! forget what I said!
meet me at 5pm
be there, be the first to catch me
or the first to see me fall