Waiting Poem by Jamie Thomson

Stomach churning, I look again,
Through all the stupid people in way,
No sign of her hair or band or coat,
She's going to come though anyway.

Sitting, sipping this damn stupid drink,
Straw's too small and I'm sure the milk's sour,
Lovely looking hat that man has,
Let's check the hour again.

It's OK, she's out somewhere with a friend,
I'll just wait again to know it's alright,
It's my fault right? It all seems so small,
I want to make it right with her.

I want hold her tight and smell her hair,
And trace my nose across her lips fairly,
Kiss her forehead and erase the memories,
She'll know I'm real this time surely.

I don't get it, nor does she, I hate this feeling,
I'm feeling sick, sweating and worrying,
What if she's gone now, no no, I want her back,
I can do anything right, I can swim to France for God sake.

How many chances can we give this now,
So many times we're left alone, everyday
But I see the light, I always see the light,
I don't want to be apart. She's going to come though anyway.