Reflections 260303

I was standing at the bus stop

Staring out at the pouring rain

Mitch was fretting,

He thought I would be

Angry at the delay due to weather

But the light came for me

In the form of your phone call.

The real surprise came when

You called again, and

Turned up.

I still remember

The pounding excitement

The wanting to just

See you again, yet

So afraid

You would see my desire for you

In my eyes.

So tiring, this

Masquerade of emotions

Hiding my affections

Watching and not watching you

For some sign or indication

That you feel something too.

Strange, then

That descent of zeal

Into quietness,

A gentle contentment

Just in knowing

You are near.

I could almost feel

Domestic.