15 Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Watch as I linger on stand-by,
My heart pounds beneath these stiff eyes.
My mind can't think straight,
It trips cos you make me wait.
What a naughty trick of time,
To delay the needed rhyme.

Still frozen in this waiting,
I miss the warmth of your singing.
Do you feel wistful the way I do?
Or is it all me just awkwardly searching for you?
Taking deep breaths past the clock,
Blinking is all I can do 'til I finally sulk.

I'm no longer 15 I know, it burns,
But falling in love, sigh, when will I ever learn.