Waiting Pulse=200

My heart beats fast

Pulse equals 200.

Is it you

Or the poison running through my veins

That makes me feel like this?

I can’t relax.

I want to leave

But I’m worried it cannot be true.

Faith I have,

Why else would I concern myself?

Ten minutes from a decision.

Crying isn’t on the list

Unless he is.

The drive is long

Maybe not as long as I think,

But worth it

It is.

Time scrapes its claws down my back

Only holding against me that I have to wait.

For him to be in my arms

His body next to mine

Completes my dreams

Of a 33-day wait.

Words cried

Hearts ached

Glass broke

Distance stretched.

You must wait,

Fate is about 3 minutes away.

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