.moments.

.moments.

i won't let you see
what's buried underneath
at the risk
of losing
everything.

but sometimes i wish
you'd know me well enough
to see
me.
and know when your hand
accidentally grazes my thigh
that i'm waiting patiently
for the one time you decide
to let it linger
instead of pulling away
and laughing about how silly it would be
if we ever started dating
and shifting your gaze
to the latest temptress
to walk by baring more than a little
skin.

and sometimes i let my mind
wander
to what it would be like
if when you invited me over
you were hoping
as much as i was
that the hug goodbye
ended up in a kiss
and a fit of giggles
like schoolchildren
giddy with the promise
of what everyone says
is love.

i don't want most people
to see inside

but now i think i'm ready.

and in my head behind my eyes
i will wait.
for i still believe
every moment is a chance
for a new beginning.
just know
that it's been a while now
and though i wait
the clock ticks.
seconds to minutes
minutes to hours
and then to years.
a constant reminder
seeming to taunt...

how long do you wait
for a moment?

-originally drafted 8/10/10