As the long dreary, cold day wears on; a thought suddenly is in my mind:
I Wait For You
I sit in silence counting counting the hours
I wait for you.
I read the paper, hearing the crisp turning of the pages
I wait for you.
I do all the mundane tasks required daily of a home
I wait for you.
Often man made sounds alleviate the silence for me
I wait for you.
Toward the evening hour I make preparations
I wait for you.
How I long to see your face, smell your smell, hear your voice
I wait for you.
Do you wait for me, I wonder?
