here i am 
once again
in this romeo and juliet scene
standing beneath 
your balcony
waiting for you
to drop down the keys
you fit perfectly
in between
the spaces of grey
and your words
allowing me to sift through
silent whispers
exuding from your eyes
inside this
inexorable glance
around which expectance persists
the idea of anything else
ceases to exist
here i am 
once again
our skin barely converging
feeling 
wondering
waiting for sleep
to replace thinking