Wait

I hear the whispers in the wind,
calling out my name,
like the beating of my heart,
wait.

I feel the shadows on the wall,
stretching to my shape,
hiding from the sunlight,
wait.

I smell the scent in the breeze,
bringing me to him,
I can not resist,
but wait.

I taste the tension in the air,
perfect and terrible,
I barely live without it,
wait.

I see the look within his eyes,
pained in indecision,
I hate myself for it,
just wait.