I am waiting for the perfect moment
to make my move and call.
I am waiting for my calendar to clear
to be able to sit for awhile.
I am waiting until I know
that we won’t be interrupted,
I don’t want my message to be
misinterpreted or corrupted.
As I wait for the perfect moment
I know the years are passing
but my courage is also growing,
expanding and amassing.
And now here I lie
on my deathbed ready to expire…
I never found the perfect moment
to which I had aspired.