anxiously waiting

as i sit on this bus
the dead grass 
and vacant hills
roll by my window.
the sun sets on the other side
two people in front
and none behind,
i sit here.
waiting, waiting
has always been the worst,
counting down never seemed to help.
the airport is full,
people are pacing,
as i sit and wonder 
when the time will come 
to board the plane,
as i hear the speakers 
go off, i jump to my feet
and find the nearest seat,
fumbling around
i buckle myself in
and anxiously wait,
maybe twirl my thumbs 
but only for a few seconds
as the plane fills up
i wait for the attendant 
to walk up and down the rows,
checking everything
and offfering anything
to pass the time.
it never felt this long before,
why now?
maybe b/c i know
who is waiting for me 
on the other side.

my family is 
on the other side,
states away,
waiting for the arrival.
to see them will be 
great, i have missed each one
for different reasons,
some big and some small.
i can't wait to be back 
in warmer weather
with smiles all around.
their excitement is contagious,
as i walk down the long hallway,
the balloons will be seen,
my brother is the first 
to run towards me,
followed by my sister
as my parents anxiously wait 
feet away.
and then my mom isnt able 
to wait any longer
and she shrieks 
at the sight of my face,
as my dad patiently waits 
with a goofy smile
as i walk over and hug him,
we walk out to the car
and begin the drive home.

he is waiting,
i know it.
waiting for me,
to come home,
waiting to see my smile
and gorgeous green eyes
staring him down,
he meets me 
at the end of his driveway
and scoops me up 
in a beautiful embrace.
i shed a tear
of sheer happiness.
then i wont let go,
and we stand there,
just taking it all in.
it seems so surreal,
lik i am stuck in this dream 
or maybe i have been pulled 
back, back to time
when we were so immature,
running the halls of high school.
after two years and only seconds 
of randomly seeing each other,
at last we laugh
till our stomachs hurt,
and till we cant anymore.
that is one of the greatest things.
and then i get invited inside
we sit for hours 
curled up in blankets
till the sunrises 
and we are greeted 
by his sisters laguhter
at the sight of us asleep 
entangled
on the couch.

that's when i realize,
it wasn't a dream,
i have made it home.