waiting for her

I sit here waiting on an old park bench,waiting to see, waiting to here So anxious to inhale her,oh how i loathingly await her return To stand here waiting feels like a never ending eternity. so silent this place is without you here WAIT like the breaking of glass my illusion of silence is no more, she calls to me "my love i have returned". She is with me once again We embrace, now i am lost in her This brief but subtle moment has claimed me as its own, for it is her i have longed for and her i have found. "great things come to those who wait"