The time of waiting…

The time of waiting flows so slowly after all.
The clock has no idea what we’re longing for.
It doesn’t care about the distance and so on,
And that we dream to be together, it doesn’t know.

Days follow nights according to the timing,
The ray of sun slides on the surface Earth.
On scale of Universe we are so tiny, 
But every moment between us is worth.

I have no words enough to spell the waiting.
We both are desperate staying apart.
We’re speechless being understanding.
Instead of us there are speaking our hearts.

Feb. 2024