A Strange Poem I Wrote

The Girl

Standing in the room alone,
I wait for her to enter.

Never been so scared before,
my world has lost its center.

The reasons for my visit here,
are mine and mine to keep.

Perhaps her touch, and gentle voice,
will pull me from the deep.

Tick tock I hear so faintly,
as if a distant echo.

Time is marching briskly,
thinking maybe I'll just let go.

The door swings slowly, shadows grow,
eyes so full of giving.

A hug, a kiss, our hands together,
I can now continue living...