Jasmine

Waiting game

Though waiting on your doorstep
for you to find and accept,
my heart beats for you nonetheless.

The rain may often pour
but I don't intend to keep score:
it fits better in your hands than my chest.

Every so often your footsteps near–
these are the moments my soul holds dear–
I watch my pulse quicken and skip a beat.

I'm no stranger to games of waiting
but now, I swear, things are changing:
patience, this time, will not face defeat.