waiting, watching, wondering
Only smiling from afar
heart pounding, blood rushing, eyes widening
Yet concealing with no help at all
a sudden glance, no sudden word
Brings all that is yet to be heard
swiftly, passing by
Knowing how the sight that comes to one’s eye
is soon lost without a trace
In these halls that can’t keep pace
the watcher, of course, will wait
In some form of slight self-hate
wishing they’d spoken up, one word to say
But now must wait another day
