Traffic

He waits for me in the shadows

And beckons me to meet him

in the sweetest of dreams

He is the lover that I have yet to know

I cannot touch him but I feel him every day

As the traffic moves from lane to lane

Fast and slow

I hear my name in a whisper

And I listen hard for that familiar sound

In crosswalks and corridors

Looking around each corner

I think of him everytime I open a door or turn a page

Knowing one day I will feel his lips brush against mine

My search feels empty at times

But when I am ready

The light will change

And the clock begins to sing its chime

The sun will illuminate the face I long to see

And a new journey will begin