Cycle

He waits in anticipation,

For something uncertain,

his mind in disarray,

His focus cluttered,

His breathing erratic,

His nerves frayed,

as he waits for her again

It's the same old feelings,

finding home on a new face,

one unlike those before,

one filled with promise,

of the new,

the unexpected,

the exhilarating,

the terrifying and the paralyzing...

Yet here he anticipates,

as time passes so quickly,

he wonder's if he'd missed his chance,

yet again,

he wonders what he should do,

though deep inside,

he knows what he wants.