As the end
of the night
draws near
once more,
and we sit
and we talk,
gaze into each
others eyes,
my mind begins
to wander.

Have something
important to say,
to you,
but don't know
how to say it,
especially how
or where to begin.

Mostly I know
what you'll do,
what you'll say,
patient no doubt
like you are always,
so thanks in advance.

I don't mean to be this way.
Want to be able to get over
this hurdle,
that's in my way,
so that I can start living
a life filled with excitement,
I know this will bring.
When will you get over this
hurdle I hear you ask me.
Well I wish that I
knew the answer to that,
I hope soon though.

As I know you won't
wait for ever,
and hell,
I wouldn't expect
you to either.
It just wouldn't be
fair on you.

Written: Tuesday 13 November 2001