Hours and minutes have ponderously run their course. <br />My teenage excitement is barely contained, <br />Like an anxious father patiently waiting outside the maternity ward, I pace <br />Pace to exhaust those last few minutes <br />How slow can a second really be? ? ? <br /> <br />I am off. <br />Road signs flash past me as I race toward you <br />My leaden foot eagerly consuming the miles. <br />My heartbeat quickening with every minute that passes <br />My smile growing broader with every second. <br /> <br />Tap, tap tap. <br />I step back and wait, hands nervously squeezing a heady bouquet <br />A face appears from behind the door, nervously checking. <br />Our eyes meet and a wondrous smile engulfs the doorway, <br />I am captured, ever more to be held in that moment.<br /><br />Adrian Murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreaming-81/
