February 16

The hours pass like minutes.
One long blink and the hand is back at the top.
Another hour down, another to patiently wait through.

A gift is waiting any minute now.

The moon has come and gone.
The sun has made its presence felt.
It seems the universe is moving planets as a sign,
as we wait in a room number so perfectly aligned: 4.

A thousand feet stroll by the crack below the door
hoping for just two to stroll inside to give us any indication.
Any information is a gracious gift
for these impatient patients.

But finally he came, on our day of all days.
We only cared that he came to us any way.
Right into our arms, our eyes, our hearts.
Exactly where we wanted him right from the start.