Sitting there alone in the dark, troubled words spill from my mouth.
Peering out the windshield, studying the luminous porch light burning fierce.
Feeble words form on my tongue. A goodbye close at hand.
Glancing at the ticking clock, praying for it to stop.
Secretly wanting to take your hand, to feel it brush my face. Hoping I can settle for a short kiss.
Fear of misunderstanding rises from a shallow grave, shrieking in my mind.
How little I know you, but how much I understand you when I see the velvet rope holding us in a bind.
How calm my seas when you smile at me, all doubt is lost.