Dear Beloved

Dear Beloved

I am waiting here.
The place we agreed to meet.
Your train or bus or plane,
Whatever mode you are traveling,
Seems to be late
Or
I am early
Or
The timing is perfect
And we both just have some work
To finish, preparing our hearts.    

Each beautiful soul that passes by
I hold my breath,
Hoping it is you.
Some stop to chat for a moment,
But then continue on
To meet their own version of you.

Sometimes the loneliness in this spot
Crushes my chest and 
Pushes tears out my eyes. 
I wonder if I remembered wrong
And am at the wrong place.
Then I check our connection....
It is the right place.

I may be early
Or
You may be late
Or
The timing is perfect.