Waiting by Ray Alba

Philly bound
On another warm December morning.

Just another day on the job
With weather that has me concerned.

The holidays are near,
But, it doesn’t feel much like it

With Warm days lingering,
As if the weather were in slow motion,
Wishing these days would pass.

After a long day
Of meeting with clients and calls,
I travel home, tired, I dream,
longing for winter, for snow,
Waiting, 
Waiting like you.