Have you ever just held your breath?
Waited for the answer?
Knowing and wondering?
Worrying and hoping?
Knowing in your heart that you missed the boat?
Hoping with every fiber you don't have to start the race again?
Chasing that one word around in your head?
"Please, oh please."
Never getting to far from the thought?
Grateful for the slightest distraction?
Not willing to move too far from the phone?
Forcing yourself to walk away so you can see the answering machine blink when you return?

Patience has never been a strong point of mine. I've always made things work - one way or another. I was the one who would wedge a rock between the battery and the connector because I couldn't tighten the bolt enough. The one that would talk everyone into dragging the damn raft home after letting it float two miles downstream. The one that graduated in three years so she could leave home and then got married when she was told that graduating wasn't going to be enough. It may not have been the right answer but it worked. It made the buzzing stop in my head. It allowed me to live instead of chasing that damn thought around in my head. Slightly psychotic? Probably. But hell, I've done a lot in my short little life. The only problem is that I've managed to wedge myself here and the only way out is to change something. Maybe it's time I learn to wait and have faith in someone else. Hell, I don't know. I'm sure if I can just get myself a toe higher I can pull myself out. Decisions decisions.