in time the moon appears

so much

of life is waiting for you.

waiting

for

you to pick out the dress you

might wear,

which

shoes

to step into,

which lipstick to apply

as you

brush your hair.

i sit in the big chair

down below

and listen

to your footsteps

as you walk

from room to

room.

opening drawers,

closing

doors.

i find a window

to look out and stare

while

jingling my keys.

in time

the moon appears.