Rubbing mitts together on a cold morning
Awaiting the desert sun with puffs of warm breath
Longing forever without warning
The imminent will come, the past will have left
Rosy cheeks where you waited
Laughing as I ran and barely made it
Youth is as foolish as forever
But that’s how I saw you
On time becomes untimely
As the first of us to arrive will too
Surely be the first to depart
All those times I left you waiting
I regret that with all my heart
© The Sad Owl
