I've been waiting for you for a
while now.
And I would have given up on
you already if I knew being
hopeful was a sin.
But I dream about you every
night and the reality of you is
ever so present at 2:54am.

Behind my eyes flickers a
constant film of black and
white.
And in my ears I hear a stream
of jazz and laughter.
And I've figured out that that I
wouldn't mind waiting a little
longer for you to arrive.