I Love to Write

Someone Else’s Arms

It’s never easy to think about
Sometimes hard to block from your mind
Emotions that fill your core
That pit in your stomach knotted up
But you must wait they are not ready
Sit in the back row watch from afar
You dream of a life that could be
Hoping someday It will be
But Father Time will never relent
Seams so far away
Still here you are willing to wait
If still there is a slimmer of hope
That small light from a window pain
Then all is never lost but for the time
They are in someone else’s arms