i am in the waiting room.
i fidget in my vinyl chair, sloped ridiculously in a way that forces me to slip off and stand-
so i decide to dance;
dance to the blurred hums of passing cars and the chatter of my footwork
i clap together my rosy hands as a child would and continue to twirl to the inaudible rhythm
i open my eyes
honey, you're finally here
i would have expected you to dance with me
but you stand there smiling
and we break the silence with boisterous laughter and kisses
