Waiting...

I am imagining us facing each other at a small distance. We’re not necessarily talking. I’m just looking at you nervously, contemplating as the corners of your lips go upwards as if being suddenly woken from a good night’s sleep. I’m imagining looking up to your small brown eyes, sensing the complicity we’ve just built, no words. We’re both expectant of what will inevitably happen, eager to know just when it will. We’re feeling that which can only be felt before it all happens though– that delicious state of wonder. When in the open field, no paths lay before us. Waiting, as we have waited. ..