Waiting For You

Palms sweating,
heart palpitating,
knees shaking.
There is a nervous churning
in the pit of my stomach,
as uncontrollable energy
starts to bounce around my body.
My mouth starts to dry
as I try
to think,
form,
rehearse,
the perfect verbal exchange.
Words, words and
more word,
fly around my head
through my line of vision
as if on a page
but none of them are right.
As if flicking
through a dictionary,
there is no sense
in the jumbled order.
They only succeed
in putting random
unrelated thoughts in my mind,
acting as a distraction,
which works,
too well.....
I am disturbed
only by the sound
of knocking,
as knuckle meets the glass
of the passenger door window
where,
you are standing.
Now pointing at the lock
while getting soaked
in a heavy down pour
which must have started when
I was around J or K?
As I unlocked the door
words find their way to my mouth,
could they be the words,
the perfect words
I searched for?
Three words...
No
Umbrella
Love
?
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