Genetic/Narcissistic Rage

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.