Planes, Trains, and Tour Buses

I will lay right here, and wait for you.

You sent me a note

A small little note

On it three words

That's all you wrote

It wasn't "I miss you"

It wasn't "It is fate"

It wasn't "I love you''

It was " I will wait"

I guess this is because

love poems

can't be

alone.

Squirming in bed,

Looking beyond the distant sky,

I can't shake the thought of you,

Not that I want to.

I know that you wait with me,

All the time and not a moment without each other.

Braving this tide of unbreakable silence,

Holding onto a raft of truthful hopes.

This waiting drives time to fly,

Days? Weeks? Or has it really been years?

But I am still waiting for you,

Like the truth that time is the measurement of all that is of true value.

I don't know how long I can wait,

Whether forever, and after, if it needs to be,

For I know I will not stop,

Until I hear from you again.

And thats not even the start of it. I know I could write for days and days about our love, if only I could find the words to say.

I will be waiting

With my red dress,

And your red tie.