Hopeful Possibilities

I wait
and I hope
I hope for possibility
and that possibility takes the shape of you
That possibility tastes like you
I hope
that everything I ever wrote
every word I spoke
every love note
leads me to your door step
and that you'll be home for me to deliver this poem
I hope that probability doesn't choose to interfere with possibility
because really we could have done this dance long ago
at a time when I wouldn't have been ready
and at least now
i feel like I'm ready to be ready
my heart beat is steady
my resolve is firm
you were and are the dream girl
what else could I dream of
It's really as simple as me reaching out
and hoping that your hand will also be extended
every word in every sentence in every poem
i meant it
without ever having had a conversation with you
my heart already knew
feet and tongue just wouldn't do what heart and gut told them to
i threw
possibility into the wind
and get back diamonds
clouds with silver linings each revealing lessons that needed to be learned before you could ever turn back to me
this is how it had to be
I had to believe
not just hope
if I was ever to live happily
so I am now one step past hope
in a stance of expectation
waiting to see the culmination of what all this waiting has wrought
how much time with you has it bought?
Because I refuse to believe this was all for naught
Hoping for possibility was nice
but I need something more tangible in life
so I will go with what I feel is right until I know that it ain't
what other picture can I paint?
I simply want to have something real
to feel alive
like times whenever you crossed my line of sight
to wake up to it
to fall asleep with it at night
Possibility is nice
but honey you
will do
just fine