YOU

Fickle is the mind, but not my heart. I wait, not so patiently, for your arrival. How ignorant of me. Eyes wander, and my mind cannot restrain. The heart does not haste. My heart does not haste. Love, how dare you leave me? This vast space is free, unoccupied, desolate. Not for the acquisition of the feint hearted. Not for anyone, but you.