Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

Finally, the snow came, even here.

On Sunday we were walking along the river. You said
"looks like it may snow"
in a hopeful voice, and now it did and made me send you an email
since you haven't called me.

I want it to be you this time. You asking me.
Not like Sunday, where you took over, but I had done the asking.

The waiting time is here.

I'm not fretting, not very much, at least.
And I enjoy going over
that joke, that smile, the goodbye.

But I will you to call,
You should call, at the latest tonight, because
I would like
seing you
for my birthday celebration.

So I send you an email, saying that look, you were right, we have snow!
And in the ensuing dialogue
I remind you that there's a party
to which you respond
"what time?"

And when the party is over the waiting time continues.
But it's a good wait and not one for fretting.