We've all got time to
Sit.
Wait.
Ponder.
But everybody's time is different.
Sometimes we use our time to
Ponder.
Sit.
Wait
Or maybe
Wait.
Ponder.
Sit.
The truth is, whether we make our time to fit either third category,
We all still have time to do them.
Time to sit down and wait for the time that pondering
Just becomes a figment
Of our imagination.

Waiting on that someone,
I have yet to see.
In times unexpected,
For both you and me.

You'll come through my window,
And break out into song,
You'll stop me on the street,
Say "I've known it all along!"

It's you, it's you,
I see you've taken the time
Through goose chases and mistakes of
Songs gone wrong in rhyme.

I am done with projects
And you, with love restricted
So will our paths cross finally
To a road so unconflicted.

It was not your disposition
That had grabbed my attention
But the brownness of those eyes
That latched on me by surprise.

I remember that day you wore
Everything that I’d normally abhor
Your horrid purple lines
And framed empty glass
That first unhinged my prejudice
Before it came to pass.

You had that unconventional sense
Of an unassuming confidence
I found it in the bounce of your walk,
And in the quirky lightness of talk.

I’ve built my walls in open spaces
I’ve seen hostility in friendly faces
Now time is but a futile element
Of shattered pieces of sediment.

You have stiffened me beyond
The normalcy to respond
That came with many years of running
From any semblance of this feeling.

Now I’m left without knowing what to do
With the unbearable lightness of you
That relieves me of many years gone heavy
And leads me to a space for two.