Passing the Time Till I Hear Your Voice

By: Heather Lavallee

Oh no here it goes again.

My mind is wandering to thoughts of you.

But how can it wander there,

When it never stopped thinking them?

You are on my mind all of the time.

Even if I don't remember my dreams,

I know they were of you,

Because I wake up smiling.

I feel like a little kid a the candy store.

My insides are all bubbly,

At the very thought of seeing you.

You are a welcome distraction,

Even when you are far away.

My lips long to feel yours on mine.

My arms beg me to wrap them around you.

My hair is screaming to be stroked.

My brain says it isn't right,

But my heart knows it is.

I count down till the days I can see you.

I write this silly poem,

Because I you are not home.

Until I hear that beautiful voice,

This will have to calm me.