I am waiting for you,
like dawn waits for the sun,
like rivers wait for rain,
like silence waits for a song.
If you don’t come,
the hours remain unlit,
the sky a closed curtain,
my heart an unopened book.
My life cannot start
until your footsteps reach me,
until your voice unlocks the air,
until your presence becomes my beginning.
So I wait—
with patience stitched to my breath,
with hope burning quietly,
knowing you are the spark
that turns existence into life.