By the window
on the bench seat
I wait
for you to walk
the path
that leads to
my doorway.

I dream
for us to be
able to share
in each other's
glorious lives.

I wait
for them to understand
and accept what
we want from
each other.

I dream
by the window
on the bench seat
with you
next to me
not physically but
mentally in my mind.

I wait
for one day we
might be able to
share with all
around how
much in love we are.

I dream
for us to stop hiding
our emotions from
ourselves and everyone’s
opinion.

I wait
by the window
on the bench seat
with tears
running down my face,
salty for my lips,
burning.

I dream
for you.

09/09/2001

Posted on 11/10/2002
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