Waiting

You're taking too long but I don't mind.
Waiting for you is a habit already. I'm trying to keep myself busy
but still, it's okay. I don't mind waiting for you. But there are times
I just can't understand what's taking you too long for you
to be here, to decide which right words to say, to decide what you will do,
to decide to move on or to let go. Still, I'm right here where you know I will be.
Just waiting until I see you, to hear from you again, to touch you,
to be close to you again. Even when sometimes I find myself
getting too tired (painful even) to wait, I still haven't moved
from my place. I'm still right here. Waiting.

(reposting a prose I wrote on March 25, 2008)