The early evening dew
crept up blades of grass
and crawled across the rock wall
beneath me as I waited. I waited
for what seemed hours
with breath short in my chest,
rustling the autumn leaves above
with each respiration.
peered low beneath wisps of clouds
waiting as well to see if you'd really come.
Though at your silhouette's promenade
the stars began to shine,
for the first time.