She stands watching him, waiting For the lift of an eyebrow, for the turn of his head For the curve of his lips, or the rise of his chest And while she waits... A child is born to the world. A heart is lost to love. A gambler walks away from her addiction. A friend holds his tongue and leaves things lie. A leaf falls from a tree. A shoot rises from the earth. A prayer is answered. A book is closed.
And when he raises his hand As he has many times before She runs Anticipation adding speed To her eager joy Only to return the ball So they can play again.