My mind races back and forth,
unable to keep a consistent thought.
I take a sip of coffee,
my hands tremble with nerves.

Why?
Why you ask.
I'm just waiting,
for the dust to finally make its landing on the arms of time.

When you would finally respond.
When you would finally notice.
That I am here and waiting.
Though it seems the dust is still agitated and suspended.

I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer.