To wait and be patient is to hold a space,
A space that is filled that no one else can replace.
You can be counting your bodies, holding many people close,
Forcing yourself into a natural cause.
Becoming one with habit, tied into relations,
Moving everything in and then realising it’s not the same vacation.
Missing old parts of yourself, triggered by external conflicts,
To far deep, thinking why did I go so quick.
To hold a space is to hold self patience,
Waiting for the one who sends you naturally wild through your imagination.
The one who is your biggest fan, who encourages your precence,
The one who makes living easy, who breaths your essence,
The one who when you are sad brings you joy and laughter,
The one who on your bad days, gives you a cuddle and says something like ‘on the larger scale it doesn’t matter’ .
They do exist amongst these chaotic vibrations of mixed lust and love,
They will eventually come rocking your single person boat, you’ll question it like ‘where they sent from above’.
They will make you a priority not the last thing on their mind,
They will be considerate and pretty much always kind,
They will make you feel like you are the best thing on this earth,
Of course that’s vise versa – it’s the vibe of the special shared turf,
Just wait a little longer and hold that magic space,
Because I promise you the long patience, it will be worth the wait 🤍🫶🏽