Standing there, outside the kitchen,
You wait patiently,
I race into the hall,
And finally see you.
Your arms are outstretched
Hands clenching and then unclenching,
Beckoning me to run to you,
I have never needed such asking.

I race to you, almost floating it seems.
We collide into a fierce hug,
Embracing there, outside the kitchen,
Time stops,
All other movement stops,
We dance, unmoving from that spot,
And when we break apart,
Time resumes, and life continues.

The end of this set of poems I think. Again, lemme know what you think these poems are about, and I would really appreciate it! Thanks again!