waiting room.

grab a number, take a seat,
there are books and magazines,
for you to read while waiting patiently,
fo i can asess your values and needs.

i will find you a place,
where you can fill an empty space,
and somewhere you can stay,
but first you must start,
in the waiting room of my heart.

i have room for the temporary,
where my feelings stay stationary,
spare me none, for i have plenty,
and when they leave ill still have many.

i have a home for the permanent,
where every degree of my love is kept,
when the day is through and evening is spent,
my heart beats through like a jumbo jet.

staring at the clocks on the wall,
you finally heard your number called,
you shook yourself off and stood tall,
and followed the lights to the hall.

years and years you were waiting,
to hear those words and be taken,
down the hall and to the right,
to smile and nod as you say goodbye.

Author's Note

unfinished.

Reviews

[Brian]

"but first you must start,
in the waiting room of my heart"
I really liked this line. I don't know if this was your intention of the poem but it reminds me of someone I met in college. They had a lot of issues trusting people and accepting them as friends. She always had people in the waiting room of her heart but as soon as she found one flaw, she would let them go and never talk to them. Needless to say, she didn't have many friends. And by the end of this semester, I was it- her ONLY friend. I hope you have the courage to accept people for who they are :) Anyways, great poem! I really liked the metaphors

[Jay Levon]

an interesting idea, I like it