Mind stationed on the agenda
Instead of being patient, mine races anxious
Dying for the atonement
Reparation for the devastation of time being in control
Deep in concentration heavily awaiting for the explanation
Although I know
Elation hating the separation with passion
Everlasting imagery of the sensation
Despite implications time froze
Today the wind blew straight in my direction forcing my eyes closed
Hoping when I opened them it was you waiting
Sight turned to glare and only disappointment was there
Now I hold on to the subtle contact made usually initiated by my impatience
Avoiding blatant statements saving for when we again are in the same time zone
Mind blown, I kind of want you
No lie
Only way to truly say how much I anticipate
When you arrive, come July
+garysatterwhitejr.
