As I wait
im in check mate
i feel stalled
failing to start anything
because your coming
waiting to start the next chapter of my life
already closed the last
sitting on an empty page
feeling suffocated by ink
waiting... waiting... waiting...
the space before me looms gloomily...
waiting to hold your hand...
the coming chapter is "us"...
will you hurry up already
i cant breath
in this holding pattern

still waiting

hurry
im drowning....