by Kerianne Methe Gardner

I am waiting for someone
To talk to me; to notice I am so lonely
Despite my bright smile;
I am waiting for a Friend,
Hoping my Friend Request will be accepted;
I am waiting for response to a message
Sent; Will you spend time with me?
I am waiting for someone to
Make time; to take time
To be with me
Because they like me;
Because they think I am sexy,
Funny, and a good conversationalist;
I am waiting for romance;
To be swept off my feet;
Doors opened, my hand
Held; an appreciative glance returned;
I am waiting to be asked out to dinner; candles low; wine,
Smoldering Gaze that says I want you;
I am waiting to dance; to be held so close;
I am waiting to be treasured;
To feel treasured; I am waiting
For someone who wants to
Know my body as well as their route to work;
I am waiting for warmth;
Campfire companionship; a good story;
I am waiting for someone to notice
My hair; to run their fingers through it;
To pull me near to them; solid contact;
I am waiting for an urgent caress,
Whisper and demand in the same breath;
I am waiting for a man
With perseverance to gift
A little death, even when satiated;
I am waiting to feel;
To be; to live;
I am waiting to love; to know what it feels like
To truly be one; I am waiting
To heal; to be healed;
I am waiting for you;
For you to notice
I am here, waiting.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This writing prompt came at an apropos time in my life, when I was feeling dissatisfied in my marriage and had been contemplating asking my husband for a divorce or beginning an affair to mitigate for features missing from my marriage. Turning forty has been an empowering event for me; I felt inspired to evaluate what I had and had not yet achieved in my personal life and contemplated why I was so forlorn about my marital situation. This poem documents where I hope to be, romantically, in the future.

IMAGE: “Green Lovers” by Marc Chagall (1915).

Kerianne Methe Gardner

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: With a B.S.A degree in Range Science, Kerianne Methe Gardner has written scientific and policy documents for the Environmental Protection Agency in Seattle, Washington, and invasive plant species field guides for the U.S. Forest Service Southwestern Region as a subcontracted ghostwriter. She has been an interim instructor at NMSU’s Range Science Department and family education facilitator in Washington. Composing poetry and short stories has been a creative outlet for her since she was eight years old; 2014 was her first foray into exposing her deeply personal work for publication. In August 2014, she had two poems published in La Palabra: A Word is A Woman’s Second Anthology (Mothers and Daughters, Swimming With Elephants Publications, 2014). She lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with her husband and three daughters.