There are times when, your meaning the world to me,
nothing seems right and nothing seems in place.
And during those moments time ticks the clock off
and waits with me as I for you.
It is in that type of waiting that you remind me of me,
aching to hear you resuscitate me with, ‘Hi, baby.’
It is in that waiting that you remind me of us
when we’re apart – dying to get from point A to B in a flash
just to lock eyes with one another.
