Waiting For Words

We wait for words like forests wait for trees
And when we’ve waited long enough, we speak
As quietly as honey waits for bees
A metaphoric jar will crack and leak

Our sense of equilibrium is spilled
In sticky puddles on a shiny floor
In time the time we sense can yet be killed
If killing time is what your words are for

Be quick if you must wait for words to pass
Be more than less, unless you’re anymore
Be anyone you want; be polished glass
Regardless, you can shatter on my floor

If love becomes a word that you must hate
Your words will grow as forested I wait.

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