The Wait
by Jerome Baquilar

Time goes by so slowly
As I wait for you.
Looking for some sign
That you'd finally come.
Thinking of funny things,
Things I never thought before.
As my body, though as rest,
From the stillness, getting sore.
Then suddenly, the wait ends
Finally, I virtually meet you.
And, who or what have I waited for?
A person, or the next thing to do.