The Wait

Everyday I fidget in my chair
Just to wait and see her there
For hours we talk and be kind
But then I only have one thing in mind
I see her lips move with every word
Telling her what I'm thinking would be absurd
I wait 'til she finishes the last word she speaks
And think to tell of what I thought for weeks
Finally I stop her and say "Hey!"
"Tennis season's only three months away!"