kindle

As I sit quietly waiting I ponder my reason for being here.

Is it the quiet inside my car? Is it the bustle all around me?

As I sit quietly waiting I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Should I be tense right now? Should I be sitting well relaxed?

As I sit quietly waiting I turn my gaze toward the side door.

Is that him exiting the building? Is it that time already?

As I sit quietly waiting I feel the quiver through my body.

Is that my nerves that he may see me? Is it anticipation?

As I sit quietly waiting I feel a heat travel through my body.

Is that a flame waiting for kindle to reignite it? Is it shame?

As I sit quietly waiting I realize the bond was broken years ago and I do not want to go back.