fitful

I sit on edge,
watching the second hand slowly spin,
counting the moments,
holding this breath I drew long ago,
waiting...
I can be patient if I must,
but it is fitfully that I sleep,
fidgeting in my waking hours,
aching to breathe you in once more-
and as the hours slither by
slowly as they may,
it is one more hour by one more hour
closer
to your touch~
to your heartbeat lulling me softly to sleep~
until the world disappears
except for you...