Where Are You?

Love,

Why don't you come already?

My patience is frail;

breathing its last moments.

Waiting for you

has made this woman

intolerable to herself;

and staring at the moon

while its not out many nights

is no longer a bandage.

When you're met by the tree out front

with bottles for leaves

don't be disheartened

to see you often,

I switched water for my kickstarter.

Please,

get on the road already

it's now winter

the sun is no longer bothersome

I'll hold out till summer

so I'll be ready with a bouquet

I can give you that much time.

The gifts you sent

have lived many lives

and their ghosts,

are on every corner of the house

telling me they're impatient to leave.

When you're met by many holes on the lawn

We'll patch them after we've kissed

Long after we've had many kisses.