Waiting, all these days of mine
while you work
and those mornings of yours
as i lay slumbered.
if only there were some way
to crumple time
and fit it into a box,
2″ by 4”.
If only there were scissors
to clip relativity
and the sides of space could be
carved and snipped to make slimmer.
Svelte and limber enough for us to slip through
In and out between the folds of hours
from my world into yours,
Slipping through narrowness until
just one small step forward
would find me face to face
And one fingertip of a touch away,
could make you, real.