The Wait

I can’t walk you home
But I’ll wait here
With you
Counting down
To when your ride comes

If we had two hours
Or if one more day
I’d walk you
Through streets
Unfamiliar

I’d get you talking
With “How was your day?”
We’d take stops
So we can go on the swings

We’d walk down the boulevards
Ponder on street names
And count all the blue cars
And houses with pink

Maybe we’d stop
To get you some coffee
Warm up your hands
And bring color
To your cheeks

We’d have enough time
To judge
And question
The same little world
With two pairs of feet

But you have to get home
Within this short hour
I wish
We’d crossed paths
Much before

But this hour is plenty
For us to explore
What little this meeting
For us has in store

Maybe I shouldn’t
Be asking for more
And make best
With what I’ve been given