you call, and somehow it's been cosmically impossible for us to get together.
My body, your time, one or the other always demanding more than we have to give,
but still we give it, and sacrifice the silly sweet smiles, and hot hugs that have waited so patiently, all this time.

I've learned patience, and through it recognized grace, and it's tranquility.
I remain, the one sought after, but won prize.
a special thing placed so haphazardly in the midst of so many other things,
whirling by at the rate of lightspeed. still but there..

You and I have time.. we know that we have time,
because it's this one thing that has kept us waiting for so long,
knowing that when we finally make time,
it will be worth all the time, we waited, and more.

Our vision is one of space and needs, not time, not wants.
we both seek out our 30 seconds of adrenaline in voicemails, and fast date plans,
that like you said tonight, " Okay, I hope So" happen only when there is time,
granted by the universe, to just us.
You and I.
us, who allocate a portion of the ethereal for the momentary real.

How I wish we controlled all of time,
so that we could choose one perfect moment and just freeze it there,
Still, for us to selfishly enjoy over and over.
finding the fulfillment that we are sure to experience,
sometime, in time..
Together