The boredom and tedium of the long day Consume me, as I attempt to keep my Wandering mind in focus. I so long for the day to end, So that I may rush home and Talk to you. As I wait and bide my time, until I may quit the worries of the day, My tormented mind returns to you. My anxious thoughts wander if I Can face rejection at your hands. How strange, that I can care so much About someone who fills my mind with uncertainty As you do. If only you would say, One way or the other Is my emotion futile? Only you can answer The riddle that consumes my heart.