how i am learning patience

maybe i am not meant to see you until my hair is long like it once was,
not until your beard has grown in again,
so that we can braid them together,
and be woven into love.
and i know that i must go to you,
because you will not come to me,
i am proud, but not so much as you are,
i am stubborn, but not so much as you are,
i will,
and i am,
just slowly, as my hair grows.