patience
is
what
i
need

but the second hand on the old clock
won't move
and the photos plaster my walls
like old floral wallpaper
and it makes me want you more

i wish i could get in my car
and find you and watch the leaves
as their colors transform
and they descend from the trees above
and listen to the trees whisper
"i love you"

but we can't right now
and we both know it
so we must wait

but patience is a hard thing to find
in my love filled mind