Did You Think I Was Waiting For You

Did You Think I Was Waiting For You   I wasn’t waiting for you, by the window upstairs. No. My gaze was set on spring, on the sun, on the green That I know is coming – on the warmth that cares For the blossoms and bees and butterflies.   I wasn’t waiting for you, by the rocks on the shore. No. I was looking to the sky for deep blues and rolling clouds Whose reflections have danced across the waters since before I was here. Before you were here.   I wasn’t waiting for you, on the other side of the pane. No. I was pressed against the glass, watching the trees sway. I was waiting for the wind to bring me cool big drops of rain To wash away the winter greys and gently feed the earth.   I wasn’t waiting for you, no not at all.  You’ve come uninvited. You’re not welcome here or there. You’re the traveler who slips unknown among the crowded train You find a way to join the crowd as they jostle on their way To destinations with exotic names and views that take our breath away. YOU take our breath away but you never pay the price – we do. You never pay your freight or place, you sneak, you slide, you hide Yourself away like gum on the bottom of a shoe. You stick and grab And at the end of the journey we’re battered but still holding on. You arrive at the next stop and change companions.   You’re fickle and cheap.     I wasn’t waiting for you, when...