It can feel like it lasts forever,
like the moon
waiting for the sun to set.
And then only to shine
with her help
because the moon could never shine
on its own.

It waits
as I wait and as I have waited.
As I am waiting.
It lasts.
And then, it is over.

Suddenly there is something –
maybe what it’s been waiting for,
maybe a surprise –
but it stops the waiting.

And so, my mind has finally
realized

It should stop waiting
for you.