A few more days.

I wait for you anxious to see your face. I stand and watch, looking for the first sign of your arrival. I finally see you, I take a second look to make sure you're really there. My pulse races and I crack a smile, this is what I've been waiting for. You begin to approach, you say, "Sorry, I'm late." I say, "No problem." But I think to myself, 'I'd have waited forever.'