Running on Air

Running on air to get to you.

The quarantine has ended, and my feet won’t touch the ground.

Did you wait for me?

Running on air to be with you.

Been confined and lonely way too long.

Did you wait for me?

Running on air to kiss your heart-shaped lips.

Anticipation propels me—on Mercury’s wings.

Did you wait for me?

Running on air to tell you “I love you”

before you can bid me adieu.

Did you wait for me?

Running on air to get to the wedding chapel—

in flight mode—airborne—can’t wait to say “I do.”

Elated you waited for me.