The Right Time
There are so many things that I want to tell you, but I can’t find the words or the right time. Things that come to mind at 3 am. Things that come to me when I’m cooking dinner, doing laundry, grocery shopping, driving my car, getting ready for work. Even when I’m standing right next to you. But I rarely seem to find the words to tell you. And, on that rare change that I do find the words, the time is just not right. So I keep it to myself. I wait to find the right words, at the right time. I just wait.