Racing Through Limbo

When, and how,

does this limbo end?

Whose touch will it be?

Surgeon or lover?

That ends this half life

of wanting and waiting.

 

I’m tired of mixed signals.

Of being loved but knowing

that the line is drawn,

just the other side

of where I want to be.

 

And what do I do

with this eager heart

that races ahead

as if it could shorten time

by wanting harder

wanting more.