I Won't Wait Forever: Part One

I am tired of waiting for Time,

A sickening sense of emotion:

Is this ambivalence? Irritation? 

Or pure anticipation?

He leaves me confused with his few sets of words...

How can I show him what I see?

How will I get him to hear the voice reaching out to him?

Will he ever know the same emotions?

The irritation that he's blinded by what cannot be seen?

The anticipation building from waiting on an answer?

The ambivalence between wanting to to tell but waiting to ask?

My world spins ever slowly but his has spun by me.