When waiting

When waiting for the bus; time passes very slowly. It is suspenseful -afraid to find out if you missed it.

When waiting for the sun; time passes very slowly. Cold is necessary, almost sadistic.

When waiting for the day to end; time passes very slowly. It is bone-weary - just waiting to switch off.

When waiting for results; time passes very slowly. It is with bated breath and hopeful dread.

When waiting for break fast; time passes very slowly. It is anticipation- for the gift of sustenance.

But when I wait for you, time is not even painfully slow.

It is infinite.

There is no end.

It is just agony.