Tim Kitchin - Patience

I am your mascara before the lash
The blusher before the blush
The nettle before the rash
I am the vodka before the rush

I am the kiss foresworn
The touch forsaken
The tea still warm
I am the baby still unshaken

I am the calm before the storm
The graze before the knee
The bracelet before the charm
So what should now become of me?

I am the question to your answer.
Wait and see.

Tim Kitchin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-132/