Thursday,
I sit and wait.
I sit in a sea of people,
listening to songs,
twisted and deformed.
I sit and wait.
I pull my fingers to my palm.
I sit and wait.
I make quick glances,
I tap my foot against the wood.
I sit and wait.
The lights grow dim.
There you are,
I feel the warmth,
of just the sight of you.
I am and You are.