What is next

by Judith Bakkensen

 

I want to see you.

You are my future..

You are hazy.

You are warm and calm.

I want to see you.

Maybe if I turn my head and peer through the edge of my hair.

I want to see you.

You are my future.

Not yet?  O.K.  I will wait.

 

Here I am again in the place of expectancy.

I want to see what's ahead.

I can't wait.

I want to see you.

I will just have to wait.

BREATHE.