The Wait

I find myself waiting for you,
For some kind of connection to you,
Putting myself out there in hope to receive you,
Your beauty, your strength, your presence,
Your honesty, your passion, always at ease,
I crave you, long for you, wish to devour you,
All the while knowing the impermanence of you,
Struggling to be in the here and now,
Appreciating what is, not questioning how,
For you are you, and I am me,
For now, far apart, but together in eternity.