312.

The anticipation is killing me
slowly and painfully.
How do you act when things
haven't changed?
What do you say when you haven't
been told?
Time drags slowly on
The second hand moves slower with
each glance.
Everything is unofficial and it's all
so "shh shh."
I want to scream to the mountains
but I want to be sure.
What if they were wrong?
Or what if things changed?
I shouldn't know what I know;
it's all so secret
Even though it's about me.
But what do I do now?
When good news is supposed to be
coming my way -
but I don't know.
And it's almost two days late?
How do I go back to how I was before?
When things were normal,
I was oblivious and happy
As happy as can be.
I had accepted my future
And now this twist of fate
That's supposed to make me ecstatic
Is really just torture and putting
me out of my mind.

311. Love Poem

This is a love poem.
Unique and special - only for you.
Practical and romantic
Sweet and bitter
True and false

Our lives are perfect
Filled with struggle and hope.
It's been a long time
A moment in the world's biography.

And here we are today
Looking back and walking forward
We can't hold onto those memories
But we can grasp the future
Making new moments to cherish
And leaving each old one behind.

A poem about love
Like any other - for you
Romantic and practical
Bitter and sweet
False and true
Like us.

310. Breaths Held Waiting

The mind wanders, restless.
The hand aches and the legs jitter.
The pen longs to move, but the words
don't flow.
The heart aches for something, anything
to make its beats have meaning.
The purpose exists yet is unknown,
The path foggy and overgrown.
It seems the world is waiting,
Time has paused -
An allowance to catch up
Brief and an eternity....
And things continue on as though
nothing happened,
Nothing changed -
And it proves to be true.