Waiting

I read these words and remember what it was like,
this brief period of unrequited love.


My heart folds in on itself
And feels like it’s collapsing
Under the weight of waiting
Maybe I can take your heart in my hands
Gently massaging the life
Of love back into it.


I am thankful for the experience, because
it proved to me that I am capable of loving a man.
He just has to show his face.
I can wait with more patience now.