Sometimes we don't know what's behind the door until we open it. |
My palms are sweaty I'm coming to see you; perhaps for the last time I'm not ready at least, that is what my mind calculates My heart speaks of positive moments to come; visualizations of a happy reunion My eyes long to find yours My hands stretch out to grasp your fingers My legs bend at the knees aiming each step in direction of your bold silhouette I imagine everything around me slowly closing into darkness The only light I see is in your face I squint to see if you are the same as before I wonder if you will have the same gleam; the one that sent chills up my spine The look from you to me; that made me feel special Will you dare to join me in my dream; or can we call it "ours"? These are the things I worry about; enough to drive anyone to madness I tell myself that 'I cannot go through with this'; this roller coaster of not knowing Feelings, emotions, memories and time; rule my every waking moment I contemplate, meditate and sit in expectation of what seeing you again will mean for my life For from the day that I begin this voyage Until I see you.. My life will change for the better or worse; either we will see each other, or we won't I cannot turn back or undo what has happened or what will happen Therefore, the time has come; will my "apprehension" be converted to "comprehension"? |