The Heat of Winter

Hiding & waiting,
Hoping I see him before he sees me.
I love the times I can watch him,
Being himself, with nothing held back.
I remember last night,
Watching him through my window,
Hoping to catch his eye,
My heart beating so fast,
I was sure I would die right there,
Glad the last thing I would see
Was him, now smiling at me,
Whispering, "I love you"
I opened the door and invited him in,
He walked to the doorway,
Sadly shook his head,
Leaned toward me,
Whispered, "Good night",
And walked away.

I see him now,
Twenty-four hours later,
Trying to spot my red coat
Among all the others.
He disappears from my sight,
I take a step forward,
Just as he comes from behind,
Grabs me around the waist,
And makes me scream with delight.
With his mouth on my ear,
He softly whispers,
"Can I keep you?"
While I am thinking,
"Never let me go."
The others surround us,
Telling us to get a room,
But in our hearts
We are already "home".
            4/28/12