Waiting anxiously
Wonder what I’ll get to hear
and how on earth I will respond
Afraid of what I want
and even more so of getting my hopes up
Can’t sleep
Turning and tossing
Wishing I had his arms around me
and then wishing I wouldn’t wish such things
Counting down the days
to count down the hours
Nervous wreck
Wanting desperately to know
the answers to my questions
and fear them at the same time
All the while wondering
and tossing and turning
Can’t sleep without his arms around me
Just a few more days
Maybe