waiting for what?

The clock ticks slow, a steady beat,

Each minute long, each hour sweet

With hope of seeing your dear face,

A smile, a laugh, a warm embrace.

I watch the road, I watch the door,

Imagining you, and nothing more.

A tiny breeze, a rustling sound,

My heart leaps up, then settles down.

The world keeps moving, bright and fast,

But my own time feels stuck and cast.

Just waiting here, with quiet mind,

For the moment when our paths align.