it was a surprise trip.
i could tell you didn't notice me across the field.
you were too upset.
i wanted to console you, hold you, tell you everything would be okay.
but i had to wait.
wait.
wait.

50 minutes passed on for 50 days in my mind.
i wanted to stop the game, running through the middle, straight into your arms.
i wanted to envelope you into me, letting you know i would always be there.
but i had to wait.
wait.
wait.

i'll never forget the look you gave me when you saw i was there.
it was a happy kind of hurt, it seemed.
hurt i had lied and told you i wouldn't be able to make it.
happy i was still there.
and i laughed when your friends made you fall.
and yet, i had to wait.
wait.
wait.

i stood at the line, waiting to fall into your arms.
but your walk was sluggish, lagging.
i didn't want to wait.
wait.
wait.

but i did, like i always would.
for you.
and scooping me into your arms, i knew, as i always had,
you are worth the wait.
wait.
wait.

a playful shove and i can't stop giggling.
you pick me up in the air, my legs flailing.
and i'm flying.
soaring.
to come down, i could wait.
wait.
wait.

but i'm always flying.
always soaring.
as long as you are in my heart.
i'll be yours forever.
take my hand.
please don't make me wait.
wait.
wait.