Your Waiting, I move aside to let your waiting pass me by

Games are; but three are not for toying

All the while they listen, eyes down ears up

Should this be or not,

Times not healing this tighter knot

I feel it’s time to act, not act through time.

It may help to speak, but my throat aches

The sadness has left its mark and staked

A claim upon that place in my heart

That I once shared but now is scarred.

I move back in line, it arrives

Waiting faster than ever before.